I will start

Can anyone help me with my frustration? If so, why can't I write anything? It bothers me so with the inside reality of ideas running out. Not to mention the flooding emptyness which tends to increase my irritation towards a new level. Nothing is said to me, therefore nothing is written at all is it? To make sense out of it I begin to write down the thoughts inside my head but as soon as I make an attempt, the ideas escape.

Can anyone help me with my frustration? If so, why is it that the two sides battle with my self-conscience to prevent me from writing? Why is it that they hate me so to the point they don't wish for me to write down my randomness on a sheet of paper to share with everyone? The dark depths of deception and lack of awareness corrupt the mind of one who wishes to write such as myself.

Can anyone help me with my frustration? I listen to music in order to to set the very mood I wish to occupy, the mood of concentration. To get things done in your own way in the amount of time you seek. To conjure up a poem or letter for people to read. As I stare at the words I just wrote, I realized one thing; No one can help me with my frustration, for it won't be necessary and the poem is already written.

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-CFRatao

When I have that problem, I go to the local late-night coffee shop. For some reason it inspires me, getting to listen to everything and taking the atmosphere in. Sit in the smoking section, even if you don't smoke. You will find the livelier crowds there, and you can hear everyone's opinions and thoughts on life, politics, religion, spiritualism, etc etc.. And when the drunk crowds roll in after the bars close, It inspires me so much more to be determined not to be distracted by the distractions I surround myself with.