I hate writers block. It comes right when you dont need it.
It's like a rock, larger than mountains, tougher than Iron.
I need to break it, shatter it to peices,
How will I take it? Destroy the remains?
What tools shall I use? What will work?
A hammer, a torch, a nuse? A bomb maybe?
Alas, in my brain, a bomb seems deadly.
I am sane, a hammer shall not be used.
But words, words are the key to the tools
Words are swords, dynomite, gravity,
My pencil is my greates advirsary.
A battle cry of the determined
The stone has been shattered!
The path cleared, dust clouds fly away...
and reveal another stone, bigger than the last.
Alas, I will move this one to.
 amaryllis_odorite · Thu Jun 18, 2009 @ 11:26pm · 1 Comments |
