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what happens when the inspiration is gone?
when the white page starts laughing
growing above you like a wall
will you cower and cry?
or lift up you chin with a grin?

what happens with that white page?...
life.
four
letters,
but an
awfully
big
word.

love.
even
bigger,
a word
both
gigantic
and
minute.

live.
being
the
biggest,
broadest,
open to
enterpretation.
but
still
a looming,
largeness
to
behold.


live,
love,
life.


together,
a
mantra
for
a way
to be
large
among
the
small.

tallest
of the
tall.

broad
and
encompassing,
of one
and all.

live,
love,
life,

we all
fall,
sprawl.
but
rise up.

stand
and
fall,
learn,
to
learn,
from
it all.

love,
life.
live,
life.
live,
love.
quicksand waves of
sunsets as I
sink into umbral
moments of internal skull
watching.

pictures play upon
my eyelids, dancing to and fro--
whispering foreign
thoughts to my neurons.

as i open the curtains of
my physiognomy, light
prickles my corneas, signaling
the retreat of my
midnight adventures
into the darkest
caverns of my
mind.
crystalized veins,
and a moon rock heart--
only shooting myself in the foot,
but i like to watch the blood
flow. the stubborn
stalk doesn't need
water to grow.
fool of my own
demise, but you
have to die to
reach heaven.
so i'll stick to my
guns no matter
what.
I feel so alone on a Friday night, she says
But I feel so alone every night

Pets speak to me,
One shake, two shakes
Let me out, feed me
Remote buttons are braille under my thumb
Click, turn down, watch the pretty pictures
The room is cold, blanket and heat
Too hot, blanket and no heat
How many more scoops of peanut butter do I have left?

Duh, da da da da da
Da da da
All alone
Da da da da
All alone

But those pages, with those words
And the voice talks to me like I'm the only one
Listening
I don't feel so alone when those words
Speak to me
On a Friday night
I wish it were enough
To love your heart
But you have a mind in the way
I have a mind in the way

Future
Eyes
Money
The truth
It's all in the way

My anxiety and yours
My love and yours
It doesn't help us
Like it could

Love should be everything
So why is it so hard?
Why can't I be happy with you?

But who are you?

You might just be made up
You may not be real
Are you real?
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