The word vomit comes when you search for things that do not come
A blank screen
An empty page
Words and hieroglyphs do not yield.
Intransigence keeps them away

Days like these are more,
not few
Sifting through a disheveled pile
to piece together a hodge-podge of vapid verses

It all just as well be void.
What would the difference be if no words were there?
To make it make sense
I knock my head to get some sense
At the end of this piece
I question:
Did you puke these lines from your pen?

A little about me and poetry

This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by Hive account@d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.

Thanks for reading.

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 4/15/18

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Steemit School Poetry 100 Day Challenge #39--Writer's Block

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 4/15/18

Join the Steemit school at: https://discord.gg/hyfYQ9P