other Reporter Lyfe

[Pythor 1,354]

 

 

 

Every day waking at the break of dawn 

Toiling with words maybe crafting a song

Forging on

Plot line unfolding as the things I’ve drawn

Come to life

Suffice

Assembling ideas like pawns 

Readers drawn 

Into the story where right battles wrong 

Description at its best an punctuation is strong

Full on

Sending it but the flow ain’t gone

Every verb in its place every imperative law

But wait...

 

 

That’s when writers block hit me in the face

Came in thinking it’d be a piece of cake 

My mistake 

Who knew I’d be one to underestimate 

The fate 

The faith 

I never knew it’d detonate 

My brain

All the pain beginning to extrapolate 

Feeling sudden urges to hallucinate 

Not a fake 

Sometimes the truth is even harder to take

When ideas cease to run around and populate 

Your brain

 

 

Can’t even formulate the simplest of words 

Forming paragraphs harder than collecting turds

I’m disturbed 

Run on sentences beginning to get concerned 

Return 

To all I’ve learned 

There seems like nowhere to turn 

It’s confirmed 

All my former knowledge is currently burnt 

Left with nothing except lingering is all of the hurt

I’m sure

I’m only remembering irrelevant terms 

In court it seems my thoughts are always being adjourned 

 

 

Unfinished parts are starting to pile up

Wasted lead spilling over the sides of my garbage cup

Out of luck

Hundred drafts but back on the starting block 

It sucks 

I’m stuck 

My thoughts are fighting one another to interrupt 

In a rut 

Where every day all basic logic seems corrupt

Trying everything, but nothing ever turns out to be enough 

Fired up

Mad at life cause this time he’s playin rough

Maybe today I’ll try something different to toughen up

 

 

But times can change 

Rather quickly how all the distractions can fade

Former rage 

Diminishing as ideas correlate 

Not afraid 

Dismayed 

In my brain exploding grenades 

Cease to reign 

Control over me seems to finally be regained 

Hostile thoughts swirling can finally be restrained 

I’ll remain 

In this frame of mind until the next time I stray

Wishing I could stay on point like this every single day

 

 

PyTHOR

 

 

[Sacrifice 2,278]

We've also prepared a melodious poem about our paper - Reporter Lyfe! The rhythm, the rhyme, and the words - Pythor's got it all! We'll have you tapping your feet to the beat in no time! 

[Venerable 2,970]

Writer's block... ah, it pains my knee to even think about it... (no, that doesn't mean my brain is in my knee)

Fantabulistic poem, Pythor!

It took me quite some time to get the rhyming scheme, but I managed in the end... XD

The next time you get the writer's block, let me know (no please don't) and we'll do some knee-storming. Or even better, I'll just report you to kaisdf. Wow, reporting reporters is fun.

[Pythor 1,354]

On 9/20/2020 at 2:08 PM, At_Shin said:

Yo! Just read your poem. You are like Eminem! He sings so fast I can't understand a word. I Read your poem so fast (trying to maintain the rythm) that I could not fully grasp the meaning. I had to read it once again slowly (just like I tend to hit pause at Eminem's video to read the lyrics..)

I did indeed write it with an Eminem style beat in mind.

Glad you enjoyed!