Mar 2014
If you walk far enough into any writers mind you'll pass complex buildings,
Complex roads,
And Complex people clamouring and chattering through busy bustling streets.
A car, a bus,
A Train, a plain
That really ***** *** who's obviously insane.
With shattered separated teeth, you can plainly see he's "Dentally" impaired
Im actually getting scared just by the sight of...uh....him? Her? WHATEVER!
But for some odd reason,
As strange as it seems,
Those men, women, children, random mailmen, bums, buses, train, plains, and cars always have a place to go.
A rush to a destination you may never know.
How fast or how slow they go isnt mandatory
Its variable, optional, and selective.
ALSO....No matter how complex the situation,
TRAFFIC IS TRAGIC!
Getting from point 'A' to point 'B' without delay (and reaching your destination the same day) is like magic.
But that rarely happens on Writers Block.
Everything is stopped and/or clogged.
I believe that at times of tragic traffic, the magic of a clean flow of creativity is blocked by yellow tape and a cop who defends the crime scene angrily.
If a tourist of an idea gets to close, the cop will huff and puff with his gut, " Back Up! CAN'T YOU SEE THE SIGN?! THIS IS WRITERS BLOCK!"
Thus the mind is confined to skyscrapers of undefined stories, words, memories, and melodies of rhyme that just float aimlessly through the sky like clouds. The hard part is gathering them when you're feet are safely on the ground.
End?
Complex roads,
And Complex people clamouring and chattering through busy bustling streets.
A car, a bus,
A Train, a plain
That really ***** *** who's obviously insane.
With shattered separated teeth, you can plainly see he's "Dentally" impaired
Im actually getting scared just by the sight of...uh....him? Her? WHATEVER!
But for some odd reason,
As strange as it seems,
Those men, women, children, random mailmen, bums, buses, train, plains, and cars always have a place to go.
A rush to a destination you may never know.
How fast or how slow they go isnt mandatory
Its variable, optional, and selective.
ALSO....No matter how complex the situation,
TRAFFIC IS TRAGIC!
Getting from point 'A' to point 'B' without delay (and reaching your destination the same day) is like magic.
But that rarely happens on Writers Block.
Everything is stopped and/or clogged.
I believe that at times of tragic traffic, the magic of a clean flow of creativity is blocked by yellow tape and a cop who defends the crime scene angrily.
If a tourist of an idea gets to close, the cop will huff and puff with his gut, " Back Up! CAN'T YOU SEE THE SIGN?! THIS IS WRITERS BLOCK!"
Thus the mind is confined to skyscrapers of undefined stories, words, memories, and melodies of rhyme that just float aimlessly through the sky like clouds. The hard part is gathering them when you're feet are safely on the ground.
End?
