Writers-block

Writers-block
When you gamble with the alphaBET but ran out of luck
Your letters are your credit, 26 chips…
You figured…Letters enough
But its like your pen and your mind just don’t seem
To sync
And the empty page doesn’t fill up with ink
Right in front of your eyes like how the pen would describe the architected story of the mind. And…just like a metaphorical empty page

you dont have a word to say
…but if you could read,the expression on your face….it’ll be blank…

empty page…

No flowing of ink
Somehow you don’t feel so you force yourself trying to think…
Yeah Writers block, is scaring the fuck
Out of me
I mean What good is a poet without his creativity
No inspiration rush, like you just… lost the ability
…. Mortal combat…fatility
game over? No, cause there is continue
Know that inspiration is just the tool
Creativity is within you
Inspiration is everywhere… just gotta let it tap into,
That part of your brain that you try to train to make it think up a miracle
Use your eyes and soak all in
Write about the situation your in
Good and bad, eyes closed and open wide
And the moment you realize that even real lies are true enough to make you feel inspired
You’ll understand That you can’t just force a master piece
Please, did you believe that you can just force your mind to help
You achieve? Nah…
You need to live to live
Love, Forget and forgive
Gain knowledge from made mistakes
Walk a way, call the bluff, or go all in and raise the stakes
But words…. are just an outlet
A journal
To make sure you won’t forget
How you felt
And when the flow stops

doesn’t mean you have writers-block
your
talent is still there, it didn’t go away
Just gotta accept the fact, that….
for the minute…Poet…you just ain’t got shit to say