Looking for words

All my inspiration has fled
Leaving my thoughts grey and dead
Seemingly never to come back
I'm left stricken by the words that lack
Hopefully it will spark once more
As I don't want to close that door

Awash in music

I can't take the sound
The music that washes me in sin
The lyrics that inspire all that I imagine
And the voice that tells me I can win
Until I can look into your eyes
And keep from falling over
The notes will always sting
Imagining you with another lover

Inspire us!

What happens when inspiration's gone?

When the singer forgets the song?

When the artist's brush won't flow?

When the seedlings refuse to grow?

It's a gift to find a muse

Channeling ideas for us to use

Even if they don't know the score

They for us open every door

Just knowing that they're around

Means inspiration will be found. 

 

Looking for words

What happens when the words don't come?
When the commas all stick and the sentences run?
Your mind's a blank and your pen's all dry
And you know it's just not worth a try
It can be most irritating
Frustrating and exasperating
To bang your head against the rail
When each thought is a cold, cold trail
Down a path of bewilderment
And out on a rocky embankment
Where even the surf refuses to spray
Since all your thoughts have ebbed away