#thirty-first post

[thatlocalegg]

I have a mighty need for the Boss to sing this. It fits him so well, with the beautifully haunting music, and lyrics. (That plus, it's my favorite song.)

[mismatchedghosts]

To a Writer Who Can’t Leave

You need to realize that you have 

to be your own poetry now. 

You always relied on sadness and 

frustration to give you light to write by.

He has opened you up and turned you

inside out to find the source of your words 

and you wonder if he stays with you because

he hasn’t found it out yet.

He is wide-open eyes and he is 

too-long hair and he is midnight 

in the middle of the afternoon.

But you are fire on a cold day, 

and you are a forest growing tall and 

you are complete without his broken bottles 

and angry words and you can give yourself 

words without needing any of his.

My words to you: your fire can 

produce ink as well it burns pages.