I wish to write books that at least one person enjoys and loves. What holds me back is motivation and no one really is interested in my novel writing. I got some traction when I first wrote my book on a different platform but it was short lived. Maybe someday it'll be different but until then I'm gonna take a little break from writing novels.
Another goal I have is that I can eventually be happy and myself without fear. What holds me back is my family.
Nightmare Within A Reality
Let me be clear,
It was a j o k e.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
But here I stand,
My own creation among me.
Here to kill everything I loved,
And to grow everything I h a t e.
They all make fun of me.
"It was just a little fun"
They are not my real friends.
My real friends are dead.
Dead within the story I created.
How would you feel if you made a horror story,
And all it did was hurt people?
Crawling to life,
Screaming as the writing flows to reality.
The shadows from my nightmares scream
I tell them.
And yet here I stand,
My only friends now,
Being my own monsters,
That I sent to life.
Nothing is left for them to take.
They are all dead.
I wrote the story.
And now it haunted more people,
Than It wanted to.
You are such pain.
Don’t you know that?
I try so so hard,
And yet you drag me back to the same hole I try to escape from.
What do you want?
What do you think you’re going to gain?
You think that taking my train of thought will give you more time?
Oh, well if that’s the case,
I can’t seem to win.
You drag me to a stop.
And then I try to think myself free of your grasp.
But you always get me every time.
Why do you target me???
I’m sorry. I have writer’s block...
Did I just write another poem...?
Maybe I’m fine.
You hold me close,
Like your puppet.
If I wrote this during writer’s Block...
If this is writer’s block for me...
Then I don’t understand why I think it’s so bad.