The Untitled Post or The Cursed Cursor

Blink

Blink

Blink

Mocking me. Staring at me with it’s thumbs against its temples
Fingers splayed like antlers on a moose,
Tongue stuck out, nose wrinkled.
Teasing. Taunting. Telling me there’s nothing to write,
Nothing in my head.
Yet my fingers tickle the keys, pointers on the homerow.

Waiting.

Waiting for something to materialize through the brain fog
Like smog that sits stifling cities
The voices are talking
But it sounds like they’re under water
I’m here trying to hear
To clear the muffled sound
So I can write something you will want to read

But all the cursor does is sit on a field of white
Mocking.
Teasing.
Taunting.

Blink

Blink

Blink

 This is what happens when I sit and stare at white screen for too long. I’ll try again tomorrow.

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12 thoughts on “The Untitled Post or The Cursed Cursor

  1. There’s a typo on line 12: The voice (singular in your text) should be plural — voices.

    About writer’s block, have you tried gargling with a dictionary, thesaurus, grammar, or stylebook? Or maybe you can take two tablets, and write on them.

    Oh, and where has the moon gone?

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