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Writerâs Block
i have something to say i convince myself as i stare upon the empty page
i have a voice that carries love and hope and disappointment and rage
i have stories to tell unlike anyone else i think as the ink in my pen's running dry
i can say something anything if i just try and try and try
if i could just fill this page this one piece of paper that's defying my endless mind
i have a head filled with words and the words are as follows ...never mind
but i have something to say i must have how else am i going to fill
this white sheet and the rest of my life if words won't come as i will
what else am i if not the poems i write or the fragments of novels to end
if not my abandoned notebooks collecting dust but not ink what am i if not my pretend
my elaborate tales of fairies and kings and the truth i'm too scared to make real
all the pages i hide behind that only exits because i dare myself to feel
i have something to say i order myself putting the pen into motion at last
and with the first squiggly letter the rest starts to follow the spell is finally cast
i have stories to tell and i will tell them now i think as the words find their way
but then the pen stops as i get overwhelmed with all that i have to say
Even Now, After Everything
you feel like needles under my skin like knives that you have hidden in the cracks of my already broken heart always waiting to be pushed further in
you feel like the cold rain soaking through your chill clings to my bones paralysing my every movement restraining what i think, what i do
you feel like pulling pigtails, biting nails wiping tears before you can see holding my voice, catching my breath swallowing sorrow when life derails
Goodbye
each goodbye this year has felt like a forever
each time we say âsoonâ it sounded like a âneverâ
a never knowing what will come what will change what will be
a forever waiting for prayers answered for a relieve to feel free
Extreme Dissonance
rain is not the bad to sunâs good there are drops on my sky but this is misunderstood
depressionâs not rain diseases arenât rain death of loved onesâ not rain these are tornados
and i may always survive but donât you dare tell me the flower of my life needs a fucking tornado in order to thrive
Ink
do you recall the first time i put pen to paper to create words?
i donât but i like to imagine it was ink
rather than crayon that painted my world in rainbows and alphabets
it may not be very realistic but then again neither of us recall
so me might well tell the story the way we would like it to go
Nothing More Beautiful
sometimes on late thursday afternoons when the day was longer than the night expected and the coffeepot emptied before the first lunch break when every inch of muscle hurts most of all that one called brain on days like that in moments like these there can be nothing more beautiful than utter silence
Pareidolia
you are in my everything you are in the way i tie my shoelaces the way i water my plants the way i cross the road the way i eat my pretzel you are in every step and every movement in every thought and every prayer you are my everything
Crossroads
last time i was here did i turn left or did i turn right? where did i go to make it to where i was? last time i was here how did i decide?
Clock
1 am two hours since I tried to sleep the numbers are mocking me
4 am another nightmare this one felt familiar
7 am too early to get up not nearly enough hours passed
1 pm two hours since I started work the energy fades quickly
4 pm taking my break same old, same old
7 pm the day is almost done tomorrow already feels too close
In the Distance, a Small Shape
No longer who she used to be merely a shell of her old self all life has died behind her eyes
No longer something to hold onto some clouds to build her castle on her dreams have all been realised
No longer can she find excitement for when the fates fell into place so, too, fell her disguise
Now she sits before her window looking out into the world wondering whatâs left in life
Now she carries heavy limbs throughout an endless gloomy day mindless bee in mindless hive
Now she worries about futures where sheâll turn bitter like the rest with nothing left for which to strive
Glitch (fairytale edition)
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Stranger Than Fiction
stranger than fiction are the worlds we build in our minds that could be reality if only everthing was different if only our lies were true and our truths would last a little longer
stranger than fiction are the stories we tell others in which we are heros or damsels in distress either way always protagonists
stranger than fiction are the images we have of ourselves the ones we painted on the insides of our eyelids so that we may see what the world might see in us
stranger than fiction are dreams and plans and fantasies we tie to personalities that we equate with our futures or with secret wishes on forgotten pages of a diary
Mirror
as i close my eyes only painfull nothing no hope no exits far and wide searching for made-up magic where i fall into the shadows my mind drifts off and once again i lie awake every night
Nightmare
every night i lie awake and once again my mind drifts off into the shadows where i fall for made-up magic searching far and wide no exits no hope only painfull nothing as i close my eyes
Power
you pull my strings make me your puppet make me bow before a closed curtain only my mind watches only my body dances to the melody of your words following your fingertips always hoping that if i keep you entertained you will not drop me