1.Writer’s Block: “the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing”
2.Writer’s Block: “a consoling phrase to get sympathy from others, who actually don’t give a **** about your editor’s deadlines”
I’ve told you before I’m a night owl
It’s the longest part of the day and it was when I got to be loved by you.
I always wanted to try new things with you, but I didn’t have a headboard.
Maybe that was the whole problem.
I told myself the puppet strings would guide me,
But that’s not their purpose.
Where you’re going I can’t follow you
take me where your ocean finds it’s blue
But where you’re going- I can’t follow
i’ve sat here so many god **** times with a pen in my hands and
for the past 2 years i’ve been writing with invisible ink
They say writer’s block is temporary and as I’ve learned,
Everything is-
And I’m sorry.
To Whom It May Concern: the next 10 (?) parts never ******* mattered (besides you)
Sometimes the editor won’t be able to see the piece for what it really is and you see deadlines are a funny thing-
When you finally reach them,
they’re declared dead
But like they say,
Love is colder than death.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
They say deer only wander a few square miles their entire lives
And I am realizing now we are like that too-
You are like that.
You always said I had the eyes of the doe and maybe that's why you can't bring yourself to look me straight in the face during hunting season
Tell me why we are drunk on the idea that love is a game
To love and be loved
(To **** and be killed)
Every time I see you I must run before the shot is fired or
you will catch me
you will catch me
you will catch me
I'm running faster and faster until I can't tell which way is which
And you are hungry because your last catch just didn't do it for you
Tell me why am I the one
I'm convenient.
And right as you pull the trigger
I escape down the hill
I am gone
I am gone
I am gone
And I bet you didn't see the car coming by in time to block the bullet from ricocheting back into your chest
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
You are the sun
And I am the moon.
I will chase you around this world for eternity-
But you will never be caught
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Standing under the red oak tree and the leaves are falling for every sin we've ever committed
And if after 3 hours if they are still falling don't be worried- for they will come down the rest of our lives and that is just how it will be
We can blame it on the whiskey,
we can blame it on the loneliness, we can blame it on the wonder but we cannot blame it on ourselves
I know
I can't I can't I can't dance with you and here I am with your hands on my hips and your lips on my neck
Music replaces my thoughts and my worries are shaken out with every step I take and
you are mine you are mine
you are mine
I am not in love with you I never was I know someone who is
She always will be
Please go to her I am not her I never will be
I lost myself in you for 2 hours too long and you are running too fast for me to catch up
Please
slow down slow down slow down
we are causing a scene and I am notorious for bringing the world crashing down
Smoke trails behind you as you run into the desert and as you look back I know I have committed the
worst crime of all
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I must leave but before I forget:
I never wanted to be the reason behind that cigarette
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
I don't know what love is and I'm not sure I'll ever know but your name is burning in the back of my throat and
I want you to take my body and rip my chest apart because it would feel better than the absence of your words
when we speak but nothing is said.
I couldn't tell you why I left because I'm still trying to figure that out and I'm losing you when I never had you.
I'm lying here in this bed thrashing where you would be and I don't know what to do with myself
I need you to say you'll calm me down but how is that possible if our skin has never even met
I don't know how long I can romanticize 189 miles and you're fading faster than the early morning fog and I don't know how to stop it
There's a lot of ******* things I don't know- but I know I don't want to go on with out you.
What have you done to me
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Don't ask me why my hands are shaking when
the rain just put out the last
of my cigarettes and i can't find my
keys because i misplaced them while looking for the dark green lighter i found last night
in the wet grass of the house you said goodbye in.
I'm becoming shorter of breath the
longer I stand here
and these cobblestone skies are closing in on me and God knows this is the last place
I want to be stuck
Pick any house on the map
and I'll tell you what's happened there
and how many beer cans I crumpled
in the musty garage
or how many times my hand has grasped the doorknob of a bedroom
I'll tell you that the yellow house on the left side of 163rd had me laughing until I no longer
thought I was in my body
and I'll tell you that
the yellow house on the left side of 196th
had me wishing I never existed
at all
Inside white walls I took too many hits and
the smoke built up on the walls so thick
I had no choice but to stay
the night in your arms
In between wooden panels and a seemingly impossible staircase you kissed me
up
every
step
and going back down seemed like a sin
i absolutely
could not commit.
By now I am in an all too familiar place
to be feeding off old habits
so I break away from those bitter lips
and I run out to the same woods
I've seen a million times-
And I know that this is what makes this home
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Your name is pulsing through my veins but
I've lost the ability to bring it to my lips-
ten thousand people wouldn't care to say
it right out loud and
I'm watching you walk away knowing
my life could be so much different
**if I could just ******* say your name**
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
I don't know what I'm saying but it's 2:04 am
and I just dry swallowed the last
of my sleeping pills.
I'm not sure if I want you here
but I'm not sure I don't
I wake up with glimpses of you when
I close my eyes
And even though I think I
I left you in my dreams
You're here-
Sometimes I wish you would stay there
because I can't stand waking up and feeling
your absence when I never had you
in the first place.
I'm driving in circles and
screaming out your name
FEEL IT
JUST FEEL IT
Tell me if you thought of me when you saw
your father smoking his cigarette and
if you laughed when your glass hit the floor
or if you stomped all over the broken pieces
until they became a part of the ground.
We're lying in the basement and
I'm unfamiliar with the anatomy of
falling for someone
but I can hear the way your breath
is shaking and the uncertainty
is strangling me
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
They say I'm too young to be this full
of the world
but really, I have no room left
because you see
I fall in love a thousand times a day-
I saw you double take the leaf getting
crushed under your fathers feet and
I think you felt sorry for it
The breath cut short before a laugh
And the quivering of a mouth when you don't know whether you should laugh or cry.
You might as well slam me into a brick wall when
I hear someone sing
and today I walked by a man with a guitar and
felt the wind get knocked out of me//
it was the most heart wrenching thing-
he had your hands
and lately I've noticed
when you see me you no longer have
to catch your breath and if you want me to say
i'd do anything to make you stay
you'll be waiting
the rest of your life
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
I would tell you I can't go to bed because
hell is loving you in my sleep and
waking up alone
and that i'd rather never sleep again
than to live through that
I would tell you that every time I open my mouth
I want you to shut it
with yours
I would tell you that you have
the kind of glance that could crack
a ribcage
and make it feel
like heaven
And I know it sounds cliché but
your breath is the water that floods
into the roots of my stomach and grows
the daisies being kissed
back into you
If I had a lover I would call these
nauseating churns
"butterflies"
If I had a lover I would think of this
infection in my head
as "you're the one I can't live without"
If I had a lover I would tell you
being lovesick
doesn't actually make me sick
And if I had a lover
I would need to learn not to **** myself
in the process
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC