Original

Every time I go to write I think to myself I've used that before But what if I- Yes, that too I'm running out Of original material -Kel Dayheart

Scrapped

Scribbling along Only to scrap it Nothing seems to come Out right -Kel Dayheart

I'm trying to write But my muse Is a temperamental bitch At the best of times And this time Is not one of them -Kel Dayheart

How is it that a simple change in scenery can inspire Such a frenzy of writing -Kel Dayheart

Some days all I want Is to write And continue to write And the paper is all gone With no ink left Still the words come -Kel Dayheart

Need to find Something To inspire me As I stare At these four walls Coming up blank -Kel Dayheart

The scent of ink Burns my nose As my muse Flees from me -Kel Dayheart

I have nothing to
Say to the world but I still
Try to write it all