This is a poem about writer's block.
Funny, a poem about a lock
it would be rather ironic,
but my ideas are supersonic.
As a result they’re hard to catch,
so i open a latch
to let them out,
but then they go flying about,
and they usually stay in my head,
Never said,
Nor ever heard,
Ideas meant to be spoken word.

Sometimes, it's difficult to write.
I struggle to find the right
Words to convey
Everything that I have to say.
The blank page holds nothing but terror
The anxiety that says I will maik an error
The fact that it will be blank between the lines
It makes it feel pointless to jot down rhymes

So I don't.
I write what I feel and that's it.
Poetry is a means of expressing emotion
Describing abstract concepts,
And so many other things.
That's why I prefer spoken word
Because it has more to do with the delivery than the formulation
More to do with metaphor than rhyme
I can pour my thoughts onto the growing page
And know these words are immortal
So long as somebody can listen
As long as somebody can hear
My message can travel through all of time
I can speak
I can think
I can emote

Writers block is only temporary
It happens when you no longer believe
In the words you string together
It took me two months to write this poem
Not out of lack of belief
But lack of passion
Lack of determination
The fact that I am an unstoppable vehicle of thought
With nobody to drive it
No clear direction to steer
I can change the world
But how to do it is the problem
I have no money
I have no power
It will always be that way if I don't act
But it's like there is a real life Writer’s Block standing in front of me
Trying to push it is like moving a mountain with your pinky toe
Impossible
I can't seem to find the motivation
To reach my destination
I know my goals
The journey is unpredictable
Because it is life

Sometimes I wonder if the world is okay without my action
Because when people like me don't act
Bad things will happen
So I must act
But my lack of focus
My lack of willpower
My lack of determination
It makes the block grow bigger
The bigger the block is
The less determined I feel

How am I supposed to ask for help
When I have no idea what I need help with
I feel like I am asking for help with math homework
At ComicCon
I feel out of place
I don't know how to reach out
I feel like I should be crying

But the tears aren't determined either