I have writer’s block

Not in the sense that you
Think it means
Because I could write all day
About her virtues
Her beauty
Her eloquence
Her
&
Nothing but

Only
All the beautiful words
&
Phrases in the world
Put together
Couldn’t make her
HER
materialize in front of me

So I block it out
The only way a writer knows how

By writing it down

It’s a curse

She doesn’t know it but her best poetry is yet to come...
She knows it
Those lines will have magical colors...
And they won’t have me
Anywhere in them

Put a flower in your pocket
Wait
For the sun to set
Loosen the change
Put a kite in the air
Electric nomad
Knife ****** into the chest
Feel about
Pull it out
Cut the wires from it
Blood everywhere
Let it dry
Pat it down
Hours go by

It still beats
Laden with scars
Scratches
Memories lost to rain
If you look closely
You’ll see your favorite
Songs
Impressioned upon it
Your favorite words
Tattooed upon it
All of my
Sentiments
Written upon it
All of your
‘Loves you...’
Forevered
Upon it

Put it back where you found it

I recognize this vast
Sensuous sea
I find myself in
Been here before
Swimming paradox
Within myself
Those seas were
Black then
The only color
Was the reflection
Of
The Moon
Now I see it differently
Hues of green
Sunrises
Bring about orange
Waves of red
Yellow
Fishes I never noticed
Salty sprays
Upon my lips
In purple
And blue
Sea horses
Sea turtles
The hammerhead
I see it all now
A storm
Ahead
Lightning reflects
Upon the water
Like
God
Dripping mercury
Into the water

So often at times we
Become preoccupied with
Self improvement
Self examination
Self awareness
Maintaining
What others think of us

That we forget that there
Are those willing
To run into battles with us
Spread warpaint
Across our faces
To hold us in our nightmares
But not to wake us
Cause they know we need it
To know
They’ll be there at
First light
Ready sword
Slaying the demons
Of our past
&
Those currently tormenting
Our present