No Words Inside of Me
Taking A Break
I haven’t written in two days
Waiting on the words to come my way
Is there something that I really got to say?
No there's no need for you to stay.
Can’t force the words out of me
All that I have left is what you see
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About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Humans
Comments (7)
some days the muse sings and others she hides... you heard her whispers
It's okay, maybe you need this break to come back even better. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
A familiar feeling. Sometimes simple silence can fill in the void and give new ideas. Great poem, Emily!
You wrote something similar to me. A few days ago, I had nothing to carve si I wrote a void. You can read it. It says, "A poet can be empty too"
The words will come to you eventually. You are a pro Emily. Hang in there.
Time for something else...like a trip to get ice cream or get your nails done. Listen to conversations and get inspiration out of the blue.
Been there more times than I can count. Sometimes you just have to set it aside for a little bit. Something will strike you when you’re not stressing about it. 🤗👍