Ode to the Blank Screen

I have had a bad case of Writer's Block lately.  I see it written that way in my head, too.  Capital W.  Capital B.  The blank screen looms in front of me and forces me to type a sentence, which never seems quite right, and is consequently erased.  And so, after dinner with my parents and inspiration from my dad I present: Ode to the Blank Screen.

The little battery icon drains and I can feel my spirit begin to drain with it.

My forehead becomes my battle ram for which to hit

the desk, my computer: the keyboard, the screen

The blankness is enough to make me scream!

I sigh, I cry, I talk to my friends -

I make my way to the refrigerator, AGAIN.

What's up on Facebook?  Is someone on Twitter?

I'm sure there's something on Google that I can look for.

No!  Back to the screen, blank though it may be -

There may be some way to figure out how to make it reflect me.

So I think now I have finally come to

a decision on the 365 Project I'll do:

Thanks to Leaha and, of course, Mama and Dad

Project 365 will include my pen and notepad.

From now for a year, everyday will I write

whether it be in a journal, a notebook, my planner, online.

So please wish me luck to battle the Writer's Block Beast

and to have 365 new pages, at least.