Writer's Block

faint colors void constructive certainty.
syllable slave shakes satanic strategy
rejecting production, muse apathy
amuses lethargy, mimics masquerades.

vacant panel laughs vain gratifications.
seventeen's splendor of simplicity's
stanza memories creep acid damaged brain,
barren mangled membranes cry harmony.

defeated, I stumble firm thoughts of grey.
elusive flat tears dripping soul's melody
cannot cleanse insecurity's dismay,
worldly loon plays instrument of defects
masturbating diversion that clouds the day
till blue screen of death claims repossession.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 03:20

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RedAquarius
ahhhh, blue screen of death... I enjoyed this alot!
2007-03-27


Individuality
ah the syllable slave, well you could always go for freedom of verse. writer's block, not something i ever really think about. sometimes i do not want to write but i can always write if and when i choose. with writer's block though it can be easily sorted, just write about writer's block :)
2007-03-25