BlueMoon
A Dedicated Distraction
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Post by BlueMoon on Feb 3, 2007 17:42:39 GMT -6
I’m just staring at the computer screen, cursor blinking I don’t know what to write Did I ever know? The cursor keeps blinking, blinking
The fake white paper on the screen taunts me “You’ve lost it” Can’t save what is not written
Memories and flashbacks in my mind A maelstrom of ideas undulating Faces that told me not to succeed That didn’t want me to succeed
Finished works and ones stopped in progress Haunt my confused and chaotic mind More, more they say “What do you want?” I reply
Nothing happens as I think meaningless words No emotions inside Longing inside me to create a masterpiece But there’s nothing
That cursor is still there, blinking That yellow light blinks also, bringing me to a halt I wriggle in my seat, about to get up Looking over at the door, longing for an escape
I stare back at that blinking cursor And I face the screen in front of me I stare it down with a determined glare And as my fingers start to move, the cursor stops blinking
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Not quite sure about this one, I kind of just wrote it and didn't put a lot of thought into it, please let me know what you thought of it!
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Post by Sharon on May 24, 2007 17:25:43 GMT -6
hm, I'm wondering why no one else hasn't replied - probably the same as me, getting all caught up with other stuff and just missing posts such as this.
It wasn't bad at all - I think we all could relate to this one in some way or other. Some of the works I'm most proud of are ones that I forced myself to write and yup most started with a blank word document with the blinky.
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Post by Cullen on May 24, 2007 21:14:12 GMT -6
i really liked it, though im not sure i would put it in inspirational as per say general, its good, and i know the feeling staring at a blank page in my sketch book a few words cleverly twisted i want to turn into a poem and nothing....
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Post by NotSoPerfect on May 24, 2007 22:45:35 GMT -6
Yeah. It was definitely interesting to read. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, either, but it was certainly a valient effort for something you just whipped up.
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Chrono
A Devoted Distraction
It as the at point which we think we know the most that we truly know the least.
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Post by Chrono on Jun 24, 2007 2:38:31 GMT -6
Very good poem. It very well captures the essence of writer block which plagues so many of us. I think we all have those moments where we just stare at a blank screen hoping for ourselves to somehow come to some kind of revelation and start writing, but we find ourselves stuck behind an unscalable wall with no door to the other side besides time. One stanza I thought was interesting was this one, "Finished works and ones stopped in progress Haunt my confused and chaotic mind More, more they say “What do you want?” I reply"
It really makes me think of any finished work. What is going through the author's mind when they say it's done. Have they come to some sort of satisfaction with that particular work and declare it as done, or do they suffer from lack of ideas, the very center piece of your poem, and are unable to add more to it. Thus leaving the work eternally unfinished, never to receive the rest of the story as it wishes. Anyway, once again good work. Nice use of metaphors, and personification. You would be surprised how much thought we put into things which we believed to have so little of.
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