writers block
Lucky Lucy
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I'll write until my heart is free,
I feel so stuffed up with words
and blocks. I want my pen to paper
parrot to breath life into my prison
walls, to break the stone around my
mind. I want to soar above
the world and see these people as
they see me.
I want to grasp the tails of clouds
and skate accross the lake of sky.
Standing on the moon,
I want the world and all its oysters,
I want to free the perils of my mind
traps, escape the escapism,
laugh out loud and not say sorry
simpering and pleasing. Purely reeling
in my peels of happy hysterics.
I feel so stuffed up with words
and blocks. I want my pen to paper
parrot to breath life into my prison
walls, to break the stone around my
mind. I want to soar above
the world and see these people as
they see me.
I want to grasp the tails of clouds
and skate accross the lake of sky.
Standing on the moon,
I want the world and all its oysters,
I want to free the perils of my mind
traps, escape the escapism,
laugh out loud and not say sorry
simpering and pleasing. Purely reeling
in my peels of happy hysterics.
...lose your mind,
and then you'll find,
the dreams you lost....
and then you'll find,
the dreams you lost....
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winding down around
the spiral dreams,
she rocks and locks
into her mind,
the secrets, all her
desires.
The fire of her heart is
bright within the
leaden eyes you see.
A pretty little gem
to find, to seek
deep, clenched heart
and fist and feet,
holding on to wisps
of what she wants.
She weeps.
and then you'll find,
the dreams you lost....
Can i have some of that writers block
Very good.
Bleh, off to go clean the bathroom, then myself!!
-Outs
But I'm not about to give thanks, or apologize"
The other day the above lyrics hit me like they never had before.......Almost dizzying....So true, feelings i long recognise summed up in words so beautifully/perfectly.....
she used to curl her toes, too.
And every single time,
she was curling up inside.
Her shadows of desire,
were put out by my fire.
The shadows of my Heart,
would be ripped apart...
but not before her toes curled.
And I want her...
And I won't hurt...
And I lost her...
The fire of my Heart,
was put out from the start.
Here we are again,
and it won't start...
it won't start...again.
What's that in her hand?
She whips me once again,
with a whispy...from him.
And I won't stop, I won't stop,
when I start again.
And I want her...
And I won't hurt...
And I lost her...
I remember I knew a girl,
she curled her toes up, too.
Every single time,
was her way to say bye-bye.
My shadows of desire,
were put out by her fire.
The shadows of her Heart,
how they ripped apart...
but not before her toes curled...
her toes curled...