Writers blocki'm at a lossfor words.my fingers are numband my brain is so emptythat not even tea,music, forced depression,inspirational messages,or pure unadulterated joy,can make me write.one.more.word.
four poemsEmergencyIn the event of an emergency,please consider breaking the glassto receive your hatchet.nothing looks betterwith that red dress of yoursthen a weapon.This is a photograph of themAnd all their flaws,and all their fails,and every moment they know,'this is what we want,this is who we are,we are alive.' For Coffee and other bitter drinksHello coffee,you smell deceiving,sweet and welcoming.You bitter hag,I always loved tea anyway.Procrastination(A Love Poem)When the mint green pages no longer entertain,i travel deep into the sea blue screen,know that somewhere, someway,tumblr wont fail to make me giggle,when i have no messages in Deviant artto distract me from my science homework.
Blue jaysEvery morning i wake up,and want to run to my window to see the treejust outside, with tiny singing blue jays,resting on it's branches.I want to throw open the glass andfor one short moment,admire the blue and the gray and the blackbefore i shoot them with my missile launcherand go back to sleep.
loveI am in love.with her soft lips,his smooth handsthe flutter of a strangers eyelashes,and sweet words.There is no one person who captures my attentionmore then him,or her,or that man i see standing on the sidewalk,or the woman behind the counter.and for a long moment, i am silent.then i am silent no more.
There, thereThere is no beatNo S o u n dA barely there rhythmand silenceTheclickclickclickof cold keyspencil abandoned for glowing screens,and pretty fontsit's better then your hand writing anywayAnd here's the ShOcKiNg StAtmEnTno one wants to hearBut at the same timethey 'Applaud you for facing the harsh truth'then they ignore it, and pretend they never read a thingBut This truth has n o t h i n g Harsh about it.It's there.And thatisthat.And these little drums thumping in my headtell me what to writeAnd i obey, my little i n v i s i b l e dictatorswith a giddy smile,and cup of tea,and theclickclickClickof cold keys and pretty fonts.outoutoutoutoutget it in the openfor other vultures to pick apartwith their beaks'what is this?'you whisper as your heartbursts and breaksand others laugh and point."look! Fireworks!"