Stuck in my head


I am stuck in my head

what a sad place to be

words run round and elude me

Images flash by 

some real some only mine

I stomp I scream I let it all out

I wish for peace but scramble about


Where have you gone o muse of mine

 am I to stay here for all time

am I to run round desperate to fly

if only you’d come lift me to the sky

if only I could catch those thought that fly by

I sit and wait hands full 

I sit and wish for only you

you fill my mind

yet my hands sit idly by


How long shall I roam

unable to return home

o muse where have you gone

I beg you wont you come


Make my idle hands fly

 across my keyboard words wont come

 still I sit and wait for you to return


This poem is not what I intended to write when I started this post. I have to admit that for several days now I haven’t bin able to write a single word. I feel like my mind is empty and full all at the same time. I get this way sometimes. A wall goes up in my mind when my spirits are low, when I am uneasy even in my own home. considering this poem is ruff, and it just popped out without my control I think its good. So to all my readers, to the writers, to the poets tell me what you think? If you see any errors, or ways I could improve it let me know. this is the first poem I have written in about 3-4 years, something like that.


About artfulhelix

I'm a mother to three beautiful boys, 8 years, 2 years, and 1 year old, all there birthdays in April with mine (very busy month). I am a wife to a wonderful man who supports every thing I want to do. I have 10 piercings and 11 tattoos, more tattoos coming soon. I am an artist, painting, tattooing, sculpting (haven't done that for a long time), poetry, and a few small crafts. As an artist I felt writing was the next logical step for me. I am enjoying every minute of it, writing, blogging (never thought I would blog), and critiquing. I not only want to talk about my book and the writing proses, but art in general in my blog. I would like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago, but is so me. I came up with it when a very old woman came up to me on the side walk and said " Do you know you are going to hell?" laughing a little inside I said "No, why am I going to hell?" "Because you have desecrated the lords temple with all your piercings and tattoos!" She looks so serious when she said this. I said "I'm not desecrating, I'm decorating!" well that made her mad of course, and she stomped off. later I wrote this: You look at me that way in disgust and disdain I’m pierced and tattooed I must be insane But who are you to judge when you kneel down and pray Just because our beliefs are not the same We are not so different you and I for we are all the same when we die This is nothing against religion, merely about judgment in general. Can't wait to share more of what I love and who I am.

2 responses »

  1. Writing or motivation to write has hardly been a problem for me but when you feel like this its time to read! Your brain might need a rest or a more strict or less pressured writing schedule is needed. Sometimes its hard to tell which. I recommend a book by Barbara Baig called how to be a writer.

    • Thank you stephanie. I will have to look it up. to tell the truth this time its just to much going on, weighing on my mind. but in most others its not enough structure, I have three kids, two of whitch are very young. So I have them all day, its hard to write in that kind of environment. Thank you again!

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