A poem by me! (:

I wrote this poem when I was suffering from writer's block last week when writing the ATPH rough draft.

Writer’s Block.
By: Me
I’m staring blankly at the paper,
wondering which prompt I should choose.
Should I focus my paper on irony
or allusions of which there are so few?

But of course it must be symbols,
just see how they bounce off the page.
But I can’t think. What is it about McCarthy
that leaves me in such a daze?

I quickly flip through the book
and see horses, blood, and Alejandra.
I stop – my mind is sidetracked.
Suddenly I’m humming Lady Gaga.

I try to put on my best poker face
as I see my mom pass the door.
Can she tell that I’m not working?
I’ve been at this since half past four.

“Crap,” I say as my mom taps the door,
calling me down for dinner.
I guess it’s alright if I skip a meal.
It won’t hurt if I get a little thinner.

“Maybe a little break will do me good,”
I think as I open up internet explorer.
Then an hour later I find myself
still staring at pictures on Tumblr.

I open up a new blank word
(the internet tabs – I close them).
But instead of typing a masterpiece on McCarthy,
I write instead this poem.

It’s a quarter after ten
and my paper still isn’t finished.
But maybe if I show Mr. Hill these thought out verses,
I’ll earn a little extra credit.