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[aid] => mick
[title] => An eccentric writer's discontent
[time] => 2004-12-02 17:32:26
[hometext] => If anyone has experienced writer's block, or knows what it feels like when you think what you're writing is terrible, then you can relate to this one.
[bodytext] => Ah! Spit on this page! It is wasting my space. Pour sauce on this word so that it cannot be read. Maybe it was never written. Ha! A writer? A slave maybe. Maybe a true voice, but definitely not a writer In fact a blind spot will cover your peripheral vision. Do you see grey? It's all so silly. You're vision is a pin prick. prickle, prickle, prickle. Your skull is getting softer. prickle, prickle, prickle Blood stained brow. Your tears only flood the gates. Over flow! Wonderful! Magnificent clarity! My eyes are torn! Ha! I will sleep under the next bridge I cross, full of mildew, must, and leapers. I don't care. I encompass all of these tragedies. Sure! Why not? My skin is deterriorating anyway. Let's play a game. We'll call it .......... something ......... Ok it's a something game! Do you understand? Do you feel the magnitude that this possesses? A something game! Here in Santa Cruz in my 20th year! Rejoice! I will remember this trip. Brush by quickly now, the fall is shortening. Every day is one hour extended past submission. Only a flower will tell time now. The leaves are dying by example. Beautiful! Dying by example! I will die too. This fall will be an end. A beginning! Sleeping wine lips. Rosy finish. My arms rest in filthe. Garbage! My hands in the midst of decay! All happening now! The tree is no longer breathing. I cannot find a pulse, and I only hear the vibration in the trunk under the dirt. Wait those are the roots. Who cares? It's only a lie told by your other personalities. Oh glorious day, you have spoken dimly. I am having trouble with my hearing. My ears are full of wax. Sometimes it seeps outwards, a yellow bleeding bee hive. Buzzing forward. This does not compute! Stop the eccentiricities! File forward. One step at a time. Right then left. Don't miss a step. You'll find out why. A life full of miss steps. A joke! A dream! You'll learn. The best way to lie is to teach the moon to disregard the sun as an enemy! Flying outward, space expanding, heart contracting, blue nervous awakenings, contagious reactions. blind eyes. All side effects of this waking's end. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 548 [topic] => 21 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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