.I cryso othersdon't have to
writers blockI have writers block.I don't know when it cameOr how, I just knowThat it appearedJudging, telling meMy work was patheticPathetically awful, incapableOf making someone's bad dayTurn goodI tried riding of it of itBy telling it to go, andThat I didn't need itBut I was ignored.I tried using a friend of mine,Hate, yelling and screamingAnd abusing the block.Silly me, I forget it hasNo feelings.I try to throw it away, hopingIt gets run over,But I can never catchThe writer's block.It's safe to say... Nothing worked.Have I been defeated by thisDevastating force? Do I giveUp, and take up sports instead?No. That's not me.So I sit down in front of myComputer, and I write. I writeWonderful, pointless nonsense.The click-click-click of the keysMakes the block crumble, knowingIt's criticism has no effect.As the block erodes, it screams out one finalProtest, until it's finally gone.My computer screen is filled withGarbage words, imprinted on.Satisfying nothing,Amaz
."i have a boneto pick with you"Really?which one, andwhy is it sobad to you?
.Rhapsody queenMusic's growlchords all prowlsurrounding soundnever held groundA roar, a screama distorted dreamthe nightmare songNo right, no wrong,Music play itsonly tune, callingbeastsIt's too soon
.Torrents swayIn the chaoticair, hanging hopeErode, despairskin worn downspine and bonewhatever I lovedI loved alone.
.What we sayand what wemean are twodifferent things
."You aren't being yourself"YourselfWho's thatAnd why isShe better thanI am
.You gave me wingsThey turned to stoneYou gave me hopeI'm still aloneI followed ordersLike you told me toEndless struggleAlways more to doI've got everything;Glory, money, butI was still left emptyTell me: Now what?
.Be the beastin the monster'sclosets
restroom graffititruths have a tendency to appearin the company of filthwhere pressure forces poisonout, we are desperate to purifyand forget souls-they are mere blemishes,stains on an otherwiseimmaculate mind-but every now and againwe stoop to feel the weightof our subconscious screams take a moment to relieve pressureand flush our shit down the pipes.
Right Here Right NowThe river is deepand after the fifth vodkathe everlasting sleepcalls louder than ever - -Just one reason to stay!
Walking with a ToddlerSlow he may be, plodding gentle histiny legs. Each stick is a newexploration three steps toanother. “come on” you shout as he trots overgravel laughing delighted at the crunch-crunchbeneath his feetand thereand back again. A dog bounds by, so much energy thatit sparks fear in the little trekker ashe clings to your leg, begging to be lifted.Arms wrapped around his world,he points at the sky, tells you its blue.
the gravedigger's whistlesI still hear you inmy bones.Scraping andscratching a songagainst my veins,keep digging into the blooduntil it covers your face—pierce thoroughly thanfingertips and nailsso I won't hear anymoreof your graveyardromances.
misnomeri.shrill curseof glamoured locksand lax approachlove saddles upto dry barsand backs strokedwith bent talonsand asterisk hopesnever content to make oldthe new ropesthe knotsaren't worth the fraythe tying coaxesii.limp spinein detox angleand crass poselove crawls outthe last holeslept inand backstrokesin rapid floatno new mentions makeold bones distrust mostthe marrow's chatterfloods blank emotionsiii.chalk linenears lost formand passeslove eaten upby lying cars'backseatsand vast fauxleather limbtollsnever anew, these dusksdefile and bustthey are notsynchronous signsthey're omens
VeilfacedVeilfaced25-1-15Let’s follow spectrelight and veilfacedIn the wake of sosmallbox.Let’s dress antighostAnd go veilfacedTowards sosmallboxFor oneLastLookOne man carries sosmallbox pastPrayerseats and down the sadaisleTowards the darkdoor.Out in brightlight and moodskiesOne sosmallboxPlaced perfectly inOnesmallholeWhere onesmallboyWillRestForever
.You don't feel fastuntil they slow youdown;