The Good That Springs From Writer's Block
The blank page in front of me
Is taunting me
And teasing me
It’s telling me to give up
And get off this
Dumb computer
And it’s screaming at me, saying,
“Do you really call this writing?
These are scribbles! This is madness!
This is pure and simple badness!
This isn’t poetry at all!”
But
The blank page in front of me
Is helping me
Supplying me
With all its taunting words
So I can write this
Stupid poem
Because even if they’re word-scribbles
They’re actually also heart-quibbles.
They’re madness, but they help me
With a world that wants to hurt me,
So I’ll write them after all.
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The Greenhorn Parnassian
Hi! I'm a random high school student from Example, USA (which means that I'm not supposed to be giving out personal info to other random people on the internet). I like writing, reading, astronomy, biking, Ireland, Canada, the outdoors, and more! I wish I could snowboard, and live in the country, and have an adventure. And I wish I could see real wolves, moose, and other Northern animals. I like to experiment with different poetry types, and I especially like to write poems with unique rhythms and rhyme schemes. One of my favorite poems is "Errantry", by J. R. R. Tolkien. I hope you enjoy my poems, and critique them, please! Thanks!
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