Words are not found within the human brain, its the pen that bleeds truth when all thoughts are gone,
Yet the fact that this happens is the question that remains, how do we ease the tension when the work is all wrong

We tear one piece of paper even throw some in the trash, resort to head rubbing as we think of absolutely nothing, it hurts, our mind is the one kicking our ass, look at pictures and reminisce about memories to try and write something

You must be wondering am I plundering this writing from another,
no, its just whats on my mind to see what else my mental can discover,

somewhat of a free write, despite the lack of an intention, to think before I jot things down that I have to mention,

So how is it that one gets stopped in their tracks, is it the difficulty of staying focused or just the simple lack of facts,

Ive even shed a tear or two, because I was feeling blue, wanting that piece of paper to hear me, and not run away and fear me,

Its who I turn too when things are bad, my counselor when I get mad, but all I get is dot dot dot, a paragraph will hit the spot, yet I can't because mind goes into a system lock,

almost like I'm intruding, but its mines to open up, but that damn pen is seducing, but I just keep on getting stuck,
So we sleep on it, we even keep repeating it, to think about it through the day, so that when we get home we could portray,

what we hold so dear to our hearts, a fictional character or even art, but its the thought we have of starting over, our souls get warm but our heads get colder, and it gets worse and worse as we get older,

I paste notes on the desk saying "Do Not Stop", it almost like we're against the clock, oh man my minds about to pop, wait did I just hear that pen drop, it did, it did not, my thoughts are tied in a knot, so what should I write after this (Thinking)...... Shit I have to stop...................Writers Block.