Poem: Writer's Block

This was my first performance at the Gypsy Den Cafe and my first performance ever. I had a great time doing it so I hope you enjoy.


Many of us poets have a problem that you guys will never see
Though we write out these rhythm and blues
and deciding which rhyme to choose and feeling confused
as to what to put down in words what feelings we want to be heard
finding just the right verb or noun that describes how profound
our wits can be. and mentally, we stress ourselves out
trying to find an alternative route to alleviate this hole in our hearts
and it tears us apart.

Sometimes I lose sight of the separation between real life and my imagination.
The writer has many boulders to face and while we can't come face to face
with these troubles in place we settle on wast-ing our lives away.
Making sonnets and haikus and suddenly i lose my train of thought because what got me here
and brought me sheer dumb luck as I have found it my mind can't grasp around it but
I might as well come out with it.

You're giving me writer's block.

I can write you a letter to last long after time
I can tell a story just perfectly fine but in my mind
I'm thinking of you and linking love to two
I'm working on poetical verses and the worst is
when im cursed with this constant distraction through various action
and in what's like a fraction of a second past
i sense that time is passing fast and with the last
look to my clock i see it's 4 in the morning and i've got writers block

And without a warning my hand feels all sore
but i know its just wanting to write a little more
about you because i don't doubt that you are worth every syllable
of all these lyrical and reflections of what I see are a miracle
My pen finally touches tip to paper and i count the time to just savor
this moment and i try to count slow taking in each flow and doing everything
possible to never let this feeling go.

I let my heart walk my pencil across this pad as if it was giving it more soul than it had
and though it knows it's just a waste, because whatever I write i'm going to erase
since I write how I feel and what reality is to me
I leave my page blank because I feel empty.
The paper is tattered and torn pencil shavings it has adorned
lead has left this piece scarred. and after realizing that i've gone this far
and you've been greater than up to par I tear up this paper cuz you've torn up my heart

My ink explodes and covers the sheet
just like I build up a defense to protect my heart beat
it's calling for you and I don't know why
but inside i know you make me high
when I write you should know how to read
when I say high i'm not talkin 'bout weed
I'm saying that you're all the high that I need.

You're what I call home, in my book you're the setting
you're more than just my topic you're the whole essay heading
Wherever I go you can follow my tracks, until you catch up for our climax
and our only conflict is that a convict came in and stole you away and before i could say
anything to stop him, i had to hop in this police cruiser
you see in this story i'm the loser
but as the protagonist
I see you fake happiness
as you lie in his arms and realize the harm in falling for his charm
I want to rescue you from the depths of Hell
break you out of your shell and well
this story has yet to have an end
could be a tragedy to finish as friends
I'm in love with you so it would seem
because in my life story you ARE my theme

And you can stay with him or you can give me a shot
because he's never going to be anything but a plot
You see i'm symbols and in those you'll find
that the depth of my death will leave you deaf in your mind
Now here we stand at the brink of the conclusion
you've convinced yourself to stick to your illusion
never knowing what true happiness can be
so we'll end this tale unhappily

now it's 8 am, and i've got nothing down
i've crumpled 8 pages of useless pronouns
like "You, you complete me"
That must mean im not fully alive
but I've found that I'm worth my weight
your worth the wait but as you live in lies and see his eyes
You have to wake. how can you see anything but mistake.

Men and women today have decided to settle
instead of living life they take their foot off the pedal
We slow down and make the best of what we hate
We forget the once upon a time, we believed in soul mates

In the story of our hearts lies our fairy tale dreams
we can still discover what true love really means
I had no progress in writing I just sit here and talk
I'm telling you girl, you're giving me writer's block


Copyright Kevin Mai 2009.

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[PrinceHassanBee]

Awesomeness !!!

[francisemartin]

now this is more like it, very touching, love it, keep it up Kev. 5/5 for me.

[boystalkfrench]

beautiful mai. i woulda never known

[dangitsphil]

I wasn't serious lol, it was sorta an inside joke =p

[peachlaydee]

if i had not met you in math ... i would not be inspired today!

[dangitsphil]

Haha you're basically what i'm not: talented, skilled, and a great performer. Keep it up man, "for the rhythm".

-Phil

[t3chpanda]

AWESOME! at every line I was screaming "ZING"

[TresPickles]

OMG OMG OMG OMG I wish I could have been there!!!! This is why you're on the top of my Hotness List!!!!

[RockChinaTown]

man that was good, i have a video just like this. Wait... I don't, CUZ JOHNS A DICK

[Andy4Candy]

Hotness.