KoeaKat72

Alone I sit, Alone at the window. Waiting on you, For forever and a day. You never come, So there I sit. With nothing but myself, To keep me sane. There I sit, Through all weathers. Sunny, rainy, Cloudy, and stormy. Never a sound, Never a whisper. No voices or music, To break the silence. The door never opens, You never walk in. What's keeping you, Why aren't you here? My mind seeks your knowledge, My body seeks your touch. My soul seeks your comfort, While I seek your love. My eyes grow dull, No shining or glimmering. The eyes are the window to the soul, You once said. If that's true, Then my soul is dying. Withering, burning out, Lik

Above all the world, Stood a silhouette. A woman with hair so long, Stared down at the world from her perch. A giggle sounded, Then a laugh erupted. The laugh was heard at all corners of the world, Sending chills down everyone's spine. The laugh was maniacal, The laugh was insane, The laugh was malicious, The laugh came from the woman. The woman with hair so long, The one who stood above the world. On her perch, looking down at all of them, They, excluding her, were thinking the same thing. 'She, the woman so fair, The one we thought would protect us, The supposed fairest one of all, Was the opposite; the evilest of all.' 'She bound us,

Pitter-patter pitter-patter, Went the torrential rain hitting the window. Pitter-patter pitter-patter, Went the tears of the world hitting my heart. Thump-a-thumpity-thump, Went my heart matching the rhythm of the rain. Thump-a-thumpity-thump, Went my feet as I danced to the sorrow of life. Tappity-tap-tap, Went my heels as they hit the ground. Tappity-tap-tap, Went the door as someone waited for me to open up. Crash, bang, boom! Went me as I fell to the ground. Crash, bang, boom! Went the weather, mourning the deaths of lives. Tap-tap-tappity-tap-tap, Went the door again, more urgent than before. Tap-tap-tappity-tap-tap, Went me as I rec

Slow, rhythmic scratching, Of a pencil against a paper. The crumpling of said paper, The thump of it landing in a trash can nearby. The frustration, The anger, The sinking feeling, Of being stuck. The swish! of another paper, The slam! of it being forcefully put onto the desk. The sigh of a person, The pencil tapping against the desk in thought. 'What should I write?' The person asks theirself in despair. 'I have no thoughts, it's a road block in my mind!' 'One I cannot overcome.' It's a block in the mind, A block to the  creative thoughts, A block that everyone hates, The writer's block.