My notebook and I are at a stalemate
Seeing the whites in my page
Is like a graffiti artist canvas
Just waiting to be tagged
Each time I try 
It throws lines back at me
Laughing 
At what my thoughts have become
my words mimic me
Imitating the thoughts that I’m tryna conceive 
Mocking me as I play with similes
Toying with metaphors
Its not easy anymore 
tryna get these words to flow
like the waves of the Mississippi
crashing into the lines of my paper
but they don’t
and I’m left staring at an empty canvas
with visions of masterpieces forming in my head
patiently waiting for their moment to be free