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 Jul 2013 Lucy Pullen
LJ Chaplin
There is something chaotic about writer's block,
A catastrophe that every writer faces during their search for creativity,
The mundane flashing of a cursor on a word document,
The point of the pen barely scratching the surface of the paper.

It feels as if we have been kidnapped from our fantasy and plunged into reality,
We feel trapped, locked away in a place far beyond the reach of inspiration,
A bag placed over our heads and slowly suffocating us,
Each breath dissolving,
Each memory crumbling,
Each ounce if strength weakening.

It seems inevitable,
To stare through the barred windows of our empty minds,
Our hands sliding between the gaps and trying to feel the warm sunlight of creativity,
To feel the cool breeze of an idea,
To taste the forbidden fruit of our inner desires.

And when we think we have broken out of the clutches of a blank mind,
We face the inevitable task of jumping over the canyon we have come to know as a risk,
Flight or fall
Destiny or death
Success or sorrow

**All for the sake of articulating a single word on a sheet to begin another journey into the unknown
I was crying alone, all alone on the hill.
The moon was bright and it shining on me.
It grew a face and long flowing hair.
Then a voice said, “Don’t be scared”.

She said, “You’ve got to stop living in fear, young child,
Or you won’t live at all.”
She said, “Come over here, young child, and whisper away your fears”

I said, “My Daddy’s at the window and he’s scaring me.”
I said, “I miss him but don’t let him in”
I said, “Daddy I love you but I do. But I don’t”
“So don’t come in because I know that you won’t”

He said, “I know I failed you, young child,
As a dad, a father.”
He said, “Given another chance, young child,
I’ll love you forever”

I said, “Father’s at the door, but he can’t come in”
I said, “I miss him but don’t let him in”
I said, “Father do you really miss me? Father, do you care?
Father turn around and walk out there.”

They said, “Hey little girl in her bedroom dark.”
They said, “Turn off the candles and blow out the light”
They said, “All you want is the love of your father,
But you don’t. But you do. But you don’t care.”

I said, “Daddy’s standing near but he can’t see me”
I said, “I’m hiding under the table, I can’t breathe”
I said, “Daddy walk away from me one last time.
I want you gone by the end of this line.”
 Jul 2013 Lucy Pullen
Alice
And I hope you think of the good and 
not only the bad
And remember the perfect peices we had
Never not you will I ever forget
Your my first love, the one I'll never regret
I ache and I tremble when I look into your eyes
You can't see my true feelings I'm good at disguise 
Not a word do you hear leave my lips
But inside my  hearts screaming and having a fit
Now I know I did this to our love 
I was just scared and immature when push comes to shove 
I'll never have the guts to attempt it again
But somewhere in my soul I feel like it's not the end
It is easy to be mad
And I know it hurts to be sad 
Will we ever find peace
Will the bitterness decease
No not to eachother are we going to talk 
we'll wait until our souls form to rock
And then we won't  feel our feelings anymore
see right now they hurt too much for us to explore
I mean it when I say I just want you to be  happy
I'm not trying to being cliche or trying to be sappy
Please don't rub your next love in my face
Despite your anger, I pray you handle it with grace
I know It doesn't make sense to you how I am going on
But loves not concrete, there's no sure right or wrong

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