Blocked

i can see the lights a flashin


just another day
to someone else
but when you straight jacket the love
and tighten the belt
you can really see
the blue in the blood

it ain't never me
i never could
get it right
or apologize for the way i am
always ends up me just annotating
the transgressions
of what i would prefer to be
my alter ego

keeping suicide letters
inscribed in stone
burnt in wood
bubble wrapped
for the next holiday

i had a christmas caroler ask me
why i have'nt taken down
my halloween decorations yet
i replied with
"because it's all scary as shit"
"YOU LIL BITCH"

i'm askin my favorite slit
to please put this pack of coke
and roach clips
in her clit
so i don't have to to stick it
between my balls and dick
cuz i don't know if it will fit

i don't wanna have to stop
but it's a one way baby
i always get a lil shrinkage of the cock
when i'm pullin up to another
cold literary writer's road block

Woe Is My Pen

Quietly it lays on my desk,
Sitting and watching me.
It wishes to be picked up
But I want it to rest.

Conjuring up poetic thoughts,
As I try to work a write out in my head.
But nothing comes out,
Nothing but black, silence...nothingness.

I haven't felt the urge to write in a while
But that's fine.
They usually say the best poems come from bits of writers block.

such a peculiar topic of inspiration
or lack of
the tone of the ism arises such beauty of the hypocritical
how one can write about the opposite
i am experiencing what they call, "writers block"

Writers block kills the writers spirit. Nothing but silence, I hope you can hear it.

Rest In Peace the great magnificent.
But sadly, this is the end of it.

There is a wall inside my head.
It disables me from saying things that should be said.

This thing is a disease.
It takes a while for me to put it at ease.

Writers block stops me from what I want to say.
But guess what? That's okay.

Instead I write about how it fills me with dread and destroys my head.

Slowly the writers block fades away into the gray. I am no longer astray for I have found my own way.

Curse of the Block

Writers block kills the writers spirit. Nothing but silence, I hope you can hear it.

Rest In Peace the great magnificent.
But sadly, this is the end of it.

There is a wall inside my head.
It disables me from saying things that should be said.

This thing is a disease.
It takes a while for me to put it at ease.

Writers block stops me from what I want to say.
But guess what? That's okay.

Instead I write about how it fills me with dread and destroys my head.

Slowly the writers block fades away into the gray. I am no longer astray for I have found my own way.

I didn't mean to do it twice my computer did it on an accident and I cant figure out how to delete one.

Congrats Paige, and thanks for the mention Kitty!