My Cure for Writer’s block

The pen hovers above the page,
like its blood spilled once it lands upon it, just isn’t worth it.
Ideas hide behind the page,
Like it anticipates a painful breakdown once I locate it.
I guess it would suffice to say,
I’m searching for something to say,
and a respectable means to present it.
But instead of what will give me more applause and praise,
Dear Lord, I pray, guide me with Your Spirit.

4 I’s

Inconsistency Inevitably Invalidates Intensity

5 P’s

“Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance”

The Predator,

Kai Greene