Here is one of my partially finishied pieces about writers block(most of them will never be how i want them :}. Hope you enjoy.
Writers block (Passion)
What is the deal with passion?
Why does it come and go so fast?
steam pours out of my ears
My gift of words is in the past
I scribbled a verse or two
Collected my thoughts, then released
Fascinated with fascination itself
My conviction quickly ceased
The one true piece of who I am
the only thing of which I was sure
trumped out by subconscious notions
my passion could not endure
And now it's peeking it's head out
Like the moon breaking the night sky
Bouncing off a river, gleaming
Like the passion held within my eyes