Writing Prompt

One line here,

Another line there,

This damn drawing,

It ain’t going anywhere!

An acute angle

Meant to be obtuse,

Why can’t I get the head shape right?!?

A curve here…

But wait,

Damn it!

This line needs to be straight!

This drawing,

It ain’t going anywhere,

That’s for sure!

Shading here,

Shading there,

Wait…

I messed up…

And my shading is too damn dark

To erase!

Literally,

FML!

...

My fingers, tied

My yarn, knotted

My time, wasted

No tutorial can save me,

Or feed me a new art

Other than that of being stuck

The hook would prefer another's touch

And I might be as unteachable as a duck,

Maybe I'll stick to what I know

Do some jumping jacks

and run through my vocal chords,

Performing my very own karaoke show....

Again.

Again.

Again.

A battle of paper and pen.

Ink is spilled.

Words are dead.

The king of the pen has fled.

A barricade in the mind,

Stopping the flow of rhyme.

Can’t continue.

Can’t succeed.

Paper begins to bleed.

I will.

I will.

I sit up in my seat,

Armed to the brim with all I need.

My sword.

My shield.

A loaded gun —

Leaving black imprints, to enlighten the bleeding one....

I bought a yarn, I am on a mission.

I bought a yarn, I have a vision.

I will knit a sweater.

I bought a yarn, so I better!

I will knit a hat or some other thing.

At least, that’s what I think.

I bought a yarn, but no needles.

I bought a yarn and some other stuff.

I am going to knit and it’s going to be rough!...

I Love fruit oh yes...

My voice croaks

It's not in key

it can't connect

To the song in me

All I want

To bellow and leap

I can't find

The song in me...

Put the kettle on

Think of an idea

Put away the washing

Think of three words

Doomscroll

Delete your title

Can't think of title

Think of new title

Eat a bag of crisps

Decide new title is best

Brain hurts

Watch TV

Log back in

Brain empty

Have a nap

Feel guilty

Eat tea

More tv

Feel more guilty

Go to bed

Fall asleep

Repeat....

I can’t choose melancholy

As my hobby, obviously,

So it will be poetry…

And I tried and tried…in vain

Wrote of joy, of love and pain

One more follower to gain…

Well…of course, I’m not that good,

Poetry worsened my mood,

I felt so misunderstood…

Out of spite I made a cake,

Ate it all, the cream was fake,

Must admit: I cannot bake!

I can’t clean and I can’t dust

And, if sewing is a must,

May G...

I try to stir it

But the pot boils over

I hate making sauce...

Paint brushes scattered on the kitchen table

I dab water colors, blend reds and blues

Nothing I put on paper seems quite right

I turn to a new page and starts again

The voice in my head taunts me,

“You’ll never be good enough.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Your colors are bleeding into each other.”

I drop the brush, head in my hands

The voices continue.

“Give up while you’re ahead.”

“How desperat...