Writer’s block is an artist’s mite;
Tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
The malicious blank canvas grinned,
He cocked his head, and laughed in spite.
Who transmitted this parasite?
I want my thoughts to merge and mesh,
Creating poems filled with flesh.
Who ran away with my ideas?
This has confirmed all of my fears.
I buffer when I press refresh.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #12 found here
Why must the press always surmise?
Listen, please stop speculating.
Twisting words, manipulating.
I always see through your disguise,
You only ever publish lies.
Media steals all the glory,
Marching on your territory.
Selling words for personal gain,
No justice for the names you stain.
Severing my private story.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #11 found here
When a hardship comes sailing in,
Please allow my mind to depart.
Watch my warriors guard my heart,
Sometimes I feel like staying in,
So please refrain from breaking in.
I ask you to forgive my void,
Accept, or leave me paranoid.
Let me cry when nothing makes sense,
Leave when my feeble eyes condense.
Pity’s worthless when I’m destroyed.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #10 found here
A change is nigh, fortune unknown.
Anxious to know what happens next,
Thinking only leaves you perplexed.
The future, which was once my own,
Now relying on a wishbone;
An unfair probability.
We fight with coarse hostility;
Fate bestows a vicious temper,
No mercy for a pained whimper.
A chore to find stability.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
Torn apart by spreading fire,
Only, it was your ignition.
I almost ignored suspicion,
But I saw how you’d conspire,
You reckless, pathetic liar.
Falsehoods only bred more hatred.
You ask why we’re separated,
As if it was my decision,
And not your carving incision.
A divide which you created.
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In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 8 found here
You took a second glance. I could
Forgive you for a wand’ring eye.
As long as you do not deny,
And just assume I’ve understood,
Given a choice, I know you would
Allow that longing, leering stare
To ricochet back to me where
It will be reciprocated.
Besides, I’ve often debated
To gaze, myself. It’s only fair.
In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 6 found here