Frustrated

aislynn cannot write
she wants to be art-noveau
her sister walks into the room
some days she wants to be a cheerleader
it is time for dinner
aislyn cannot write
notebooks and pens are not allowed at the table

the author does not know where the name aislynn came from
but she cannot write

there are peas in a bowl
it is made of white ceramic
and it has blue pastel flowers
and some words aislynn will not read
home sweet home

she takes the extra stairs
up to the room at the top of the house
she wants to be inspired
she cannot write
she forgot to bring a pencil

aislynn cannot write
it is time to go to bed
her brother is singing and her sister is playing drums
aislynn wants to play that video game

she cannot write

This is a poem written in the style of those weird stream-of-consciousness, art-noveau writers, who are currently driving me crazy along with the really good poem I just read that I cannot imitate.  I don't really like this poem because I would never write like that...