Blank Pages

I've got a stack of empty notebooks.

I but a new one every day.

In the hope that one day I might

Have something to say.

I sit here with a pencil

Make believing that I'm deep.

Make believing I'm a thinker,

or at very lease a creep.

What I'm lacking in description, 

I balance out with lack of style.

Where I'm lacking in direction, 

I make up for with denial.

I've got nothing but potential.

Atrophied and out of line.

As though nothings worth the bother.

Treading water, Killing time.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

i really like this poem. i'm in the middle of the worst writer's block and i can relate to what you say. it's ironic because you're writing about not being able to write, and here you are, writing a great poem.

[Maryum Mazhar]

Contemporary, short, perfect.

5 stars :D

[hmm]

wow, this is really quite amazing, love the rhyme scheme. So nicely written.