Jul 4
Writing words for familiar enthusiasm, an emotion used to creep into the mind.
Creativity crawling out the head— like spiders each with 5 limbs of their own.
Pulling strings with their fleshy appearance.
A dance for free will compared to an object.
Sketching imagery with lyrical flows served to ears.
In spite of all the efforts…temporary rest acts as a trigger.
A writers block
A brick tied to my chain.
Words coming in and out the ears, not knowing what to do.
The headphones tune it all out, the pain of not being free— a slave to the environment and it’s still imagery.
The experience is mutual.
A lie beheading a rose.
Creativity crawling out the head— like spiders each with 5 limbs of their own.
Pulling strings with their fleshy appearance.
A dance for free will compared to an object.
Sketching imagery with lyrical flows served to ears.
In spite of all the efforts…temporary rest acts as a trigger.
A writers block
A brick tied to my chain.
Words coming in and out the ears, not knowing what to do.
The headphones tune it all out, the pain of not being free— a slave to the environment and it’s still imagery.
The experience is mutual.
A lie beheading a rose.
- I was feeling numb when I wrote this so I was slipping in and out from reality to how I felt like emotionally.
So many of the lines talk about different stuff but the interpretation is up to the reader.
So many of the lines talk about different stuff but the interpretation is up to the reader.
