Giving It Life
Making It Proud
creativity eludes me, illusive as a cryptid
a mind depleted and empty
ideas leaving my head, restricted
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the ability to make rhyme, has my mind feeling conflicted
the effort, a brick wall
creativity eludes me, more illusive than a cryptid
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like an addict, addicted
over again and again
ideas leaving my head, restricted
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the desire to succeed, nearly unprecedented
write, erase, then, start again
creativity eludes me, more illusive than a cryptid
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lying in the dark, feeling a bit disconnected
words float, round’ my head
sanity’s unprotected
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seeking satisfaction from the creation I’ve depicted
images wrestle for their place
creativity eludes me, illusive as a cryptid
ideas leaving my head, restricted
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
If it has eluded you, Kelli, what has it done with me? You continue to create marvelously. I barely manage comments, only occasionally with coherence. Blessed Holidays to you & yours.
I think many of us would be able to relate to this! Loved your Villanelle!
This is a way to see a writer's life.
Beautiful piece. And I don't think you have a problem with creativity, my friend. You're brilliant.
This was so well-written! The struggles of a writer. The battles we have: most of them within ourselves. I loved reading this, especially that I can relate so well.
A very beautiful poem.