thoughts all are jumbled
mind is a shredded mess
no comfort can be found in my bed
no inspiration lurks outside my window
clothes are strewn about, their disheveled appearance only adds to it all.
smudges on the mirror, clutter on the vanity
jammed drawers and a lock that won't work.
missing shoes
mismatched socks
all these things cause my writers block.
a growl from my stomach
a snarl in my hair
a sharp end of my nail, I shouldn't bite them so much.
rain starts to fall
the room gets dark
the temperature drops
all these things cause my writers block.

Used to yell,
used to sing,
used to complain,
used to explain.

Used to say, "I love you,"
used to say, "I hate you,"
used to retell stories,
used to recall memories.

Used to describe the weather,
used to help with confusion,
used to keep people safe,
used to cause mass destruction.

Used to say goodbyes,
used to pray for peace,
used to comfort others,
used to inspire others.

Words are powerful things,
and people should remember
more often that they can do great,
and terrible, life altering
things with them.

Breathing heavily running back and fro. They throw me the ball, it's my call. So I dodged the opponent going for a score. Just a few yards and for the referee who loves drawing card, you'll find it hard. The bliss inside I can never hide. I forced a kick, I heard it was 'sick'. I'm no pro but when I play, I call it a day.

-A

8/12/14