writing is my ******* bane.
jeweled paws of inspiration
dangle that carrot to keep me running.
wring out the baby with the gray matter,
spool it like spaghetti, slowly get fatter.
i was under the distinct impression
that this habit was too large a vent
until i left it somewhere in July
between the Yuba and a car ride
and never quite calmed down
it's my solace, my oak-tree,
haven in the hellishness,
clarity to ugliness,
Gilead balm,
panacea.
why
should it
take such tolls--
to push too hard
is to turn a deaf ear
my ear ain't so sharp
and my brunt is still strong
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
writing is my ******* bane.
jeweled paws of inspiration
dangle that carrot to keep me running.
wring out the baby with the gray matter,
spool it like spaghetti, slowly get fatter.
i was under the distinct impression
that this habit was too large a vent
until i left it somewhere in July
between the Yuba and a car ride
and never quite calmed down
it's my solace, my oak-tree,
haven in the hellishness,
clarity to ugliness,
Gilead balm,
panacea.
why
should it
take such tolls--
to push too hard
is to turn a deaf ear
my ear ain't so sharp
and my brunt is still strong
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