Superficial Writings

by Lady Nik   Nov 24, 2010


Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream
when creative thoughts lay dead--
inebriated in toxic waste filled
beyond the rim with mediocrity.

Talk to me inklings, I know
you exist somewhere in my
hazy mind. I know you're
waiting, itching to be pulled from
the surface. Obscurity is the name
of this realm we call writers block.

No words will form with mild
integrity used to craft them..
Nothing will amount to anything
ever if we keep rotting away
with last years work. The moon
outshines us in layers of slurred
catatonic shadows once again--

I want a new idea to arise
hoping for the sun...

*For a contest using the song lyric "Hoping for the sun"

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  • 13 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Your standing before us in a gown of talent. Excellent piece as always

  • 13 years ago

    by Sylvia

    How appropriate that this was posted and I read today. Writers block has a death grip on me now and I fully understand the emotions and feelings of this poem. Well done.

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    A great poem that I found thought provoking at points with many different ideas running through it. There are many ways one could interpret this piece and that made it quite creative. Also you have the wonderful flow of your words that catches the readers attention and so they are entranced from your first line to the last. Great job and keep writing.

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