Blank Paper

Ugh!
Blank paper once again
Mind, an empty box upstairs
sheets of white canvas
a four corner bus stop
to my motivational creativity
why does it always happen
the moment I reach the urge
to spill emotion on the floor
yet I find my words only to be
soulless little nothings
screaming without a voice
Like the flow
time itself seems to halt
       ~Speechless~
on a never ending treasure hunt
to pick the ripest word
of color to paint vocal vibrations
My, this waiting room is crowded
of which no one seems to want to leave
Quick wit and vocabulary
have seemed to abandoned me
I would Love to paint you a portrait
a sea side landscape perhaps?
But my tongue is stiffened
Lost in its search
so for now all I bare to have
is Blank Paper.