Howdy-hey, all. Well, I've got about a bajillion ideas for fanfics and I can't focus on any one of them or get any of them half-way started or anything like that. However, I am still in the mood to post something here, so I've got this poem I did for English class about a week ago. We're studying the poets of the Romantic period, and this is supposed to emulate the style of... the style of... I forget which one. They were all a bunch of fairly depressed guys who had visions and died young anyway, it's hard to tell them apart.
Now, this here poem has no rhyme scheme and no organized meter, so if you're the type that finds this aesthetically displeasing then you might want to hightail it out of here... I just... kind of wrote it. See below the poem for more.
Something out of Nothing
Just a few words on a sheet of paper-
At least, there are supposed to be.
Sitting and staring at empty blue lines
Or a blank white computer screen
A thoroughly obnoxious plane of absolutely
Nothing.
Dear God, how frustrating this is!
The words just aren't coming out.
The only sounds are gnashing teeth
And pounding fists, a banging head-
Not altogether helpful when you need to concentrate.
Why is it so always so freaking difficult
To get your thoughts on paper?
To press a few keys on the keyboard
And make a cohesive sentence or two?
To write something beautiful that resonates with people,
That means something to someone, something to me.
Just a single sentence, a single paragraph
That just might help someone relate to me-
Bring a friend a little closer,
Make a stranger not so strange-
Something out of my heart, my experience
That I can share with some
And help others start to explore...
It's such a noble plan, such a lovely undertaking...
So why is it so hard?!... hey...
Just a few words on a sheet of paper-
They've finally appeared, and I like what I see.
So yeah, there she is. I couldn't come up with an idea for a poem for this assignment, and then I figured: Hey, why not write about my writer's block? Who knows, maybe looking at this again will inspire me to just pick a fanfic and write the dang thing already.
Comments? Critiques? Any human conversation or companionship at all?