And as the earth burns to the ground, oh girl its YOU

A short collection of my poetry! I'm not a very good poet, but I hope you enjoy some of my writing regardless.

Untitled (A sistina about procrastination)

On keyboards fingers idle

A road block sitting stationary

in the recesses of my brain

sits the writers block

stopping me from taking

the pen to the blank

.

paper, wanting words but shooting blank-

-s, wishing I could write for idols while im idle-

-y talking about taking

another break and sitting stationary.

Breaking down the building block-

-s that together make my brain

.

It makes me feel so damn brain-

-less, left staring blank-

-ly at computer screens without adblock

cursing at my hands as they idle;

"Why must they be stationary,

Can't they see I'm taking

.

up space and taking

up time, being stuck in my brain"

Can't waste it being stationary,

But I keep drawing blanks

Instead of writing I idle

Instead of thinking I block

.

out the sun from my room and block

out hours of time I should be taking

to write and instead idle

while stuck in my brain

wishing papers weren't blank,

that words would appear on stationary

.

Instead of my brain remaining stationary

Stuck with a writers block

Thats keeping my pages blank

Without any words taking

up their space. And god, does my brain

hurt like hell, its throbbing as I idle

.

here, taking a blank

stationary and combing it with the fruits from my brain

As a way to stop my idling.