Lost Motivation

 

Motivation 

Absent with no sick note

No reason for missing this stage in life

No answer when I phone or knock on it's door

It's presence is noted as missing 

It won't help my team score

Information

Craved to discover it's place

Will it return in the near future?

Will it return when afterlife gives birth?

Has it retreated and abandoned?

Has it allocated me no worth?

Faithful

Convinced it will return

I'm sure it has become lost

I'm sure motivation is my lifelong friend

We persist; our paths amalgamate

We unite; proceed till the end 



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Writer's Block

I'd like to start by apologising for the lack of posts lately. Unfortunately I've had no computer since Thursday thanks to my hard drive deciding to kapput on me. I'm back now though :-D



This poem is for Jingle Poetry Potluck. We had to base it on a song that is inspiring to us. This one isn't a widely approved of song: Eminem - Run Rabbit Run (From the 8 Mile album). Yet what he talks about (if you can keep up with the pace) is of how: "Some days I just wanna up and call it quits, I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks" referring to "writer's block". Yet he talks about his ability in it's absence with lyrics such as: "I'm gonna make you hate me 'cos you ain't me" speaking to other rap artists.

A lot of people don't appreciate rap music because of the language but if you listen carefully (more in the past than now) there is a lot of wisdom there. Rap is just another form of poetry. 

Another line from the same album but a different song (Lose Yourself) is on the image below. It says:

 "If you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, and one moment. Would you capture it, or just let it slip?"

Can't think

There's a block

There's a writer in here

Don't know where

Don't know when

But I know he'll appear

When inspiration

Comes along

Hits me hard on the head

Then words will flow 

From my soul

A being I once thought was dead

Emotions turn to words

Thoughts turn to page

In a moment my mind has shifted

It's now gone

I've been saved

My writer's block has been lifted



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Also entered for Poets Pantry 52