“Things happy like them?” - why specifically the word ‘happy’? Why not just things? It seems slightly odd because the speaker can’t write anything at all, yet is focused on a specific rather than a general, which wouldn’t restrict so much.

Anyway:

I just finished counted the lines’ syllables. In some instances, the contrast between a strict following of one rule and a lack of regard for another (syllabic pattern, lack of rhyme) works; however, in this case, it falls flat because the syllabic pattern in question doesn’t vary enough to have much of a rhythm and the lack of rhyme isn’t balanced out by any other technique that would draw the reader’s attention to the poem. Overall, the poem seems very much like prose - probably something found in an informal essay or letter, rather than poetry.

I understand this one, it makes sense and really says a lot because I have the same problem. I just dont write happy stuff.

I agree with Andy that this poem felt like it ought to rhyme. I liked the sentiment, though, because the same thing happens to me occasionally, where I just can't write anything happy (even if I'm in a good mood). I suggest that you look a little more at the first two lines because they seemed a little off to me.

I did enjoy reading this poem, and I think if you spend a little bit more time with this poem it could be very good.

Yo! Well here's basically what I thought about your poem. First of all it hit me that it didn't rhyme, and some poems don't and it works for them, but somehow it didn't really work here. Sorry, I feel bad about saying that, but its true. I liked the two lines My pens are inkless and my brain is useless. Although I know it didn't have as deep a meaning as I pulled from it, I felt like it almost meant that without writing a person would be useless, or idiotic, or in pain from lack of creativity. Overall, your poem was interesting, which is a placeholder word, but somehow it grew on me after I read it a couple of times.