My pen is rusty with overuse
my shift key
broken with too many started ideas
my sunglasses chipped
from their constant use and misuse
and I know I am alive
because everything around is breaking down
and theres something good about
this slow destruction
even if I have no purpose
at least I function
To some extent.
My pen is rusty with overuse
my shift key
broken with too many started ideas
my sunglasses chipped
from their constant use and misuse
and I know I am alive
because everything around is breaking down
and theres something good about
this slow destruction
even if I have no purpose
at least I function
To some extent.
Moving while staying still
Making no permanent impact
Intellectual slackerdom
Its writers block
creative paralysis
a true splitting
between motivation
and creation
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It taps suggesting progress
and offering only an empty promise
taken back before its fully made.
He says it just explodes
from his mind
well for me
it leaks
most incoherently
so I drink
most consistently
because i have to
think earnestly
to
quiet the silence inside
somehow
It seems to crack the
dam(ned) a little more
(because thats what this demands
the being damned)
and lets flow thoughts
without thoughts of
affect and effect
and what comes next
In her eyes
her eyes blue
with a touch of hazel
like earth when it
was just creations cradle.
In her eyes
I am torn asunder and
the broken bits of me
are put back together whole