Writer's Block

They say there is no such thing as writer's block
But I am one of many that beg to differ
They can say it isn't as hard as I make it
But I promise I have writer's block
I can sit at my computer chair all day long
and nothing I want to will come out
and I'm pissed and upset that I can't write like I used to
Type like I used to
Think like I used to
I blame it on work
Maybe wal-mart is making me go crazy
Maybe it's messing with my head
Or maybe it's just because I'm lazy
I can write this poem all day long
but the truth is it just feels like I'm talking
Nothing rhythms, nothing flows, nothing makes sense
To me, at least
Maybe that's poetry
But who really knows what that means?
We're in a time where you can write three words
and it'll mean more then I want it to be
"Skinned alive
Only beating, breathing, dying
Time
A clock upon the wall, ticking
Down to the hours, minutes, seconds
Pulse
Burned alive
Love"
An old poem
Doesn't really seem to mean anything at all
It's just words
But is it?
I guess it's all about just writing
Seeing what comes out
Letting the frustration get to you
Give me a break, I haven't written for a year.