Mr. Slaten
Is it the tongue I need to tame?
Or is it just the quickest line of defense
for the heel stomping heart,
the tingling cheeks,
the whipping eyes,
of my unexpectedly cornered
inner circus master
that’s always known he
was really the wild one.
Lauren Tyler
A complete lack of inspiration
There’s nothing in my brain
Hopefully writer’s block is like a virus
I’ve had it once
So I’ll never have it again
I’ve never felt so bland
I’m just a ship stuck on land
Sinking in the sand
A night sky without stars
And a sea with no water
This poem may seem inspired
But trust me - it’s not
This is more out of desperation
And agitation
To get rid of my writer’s block