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Everyone says I need to take a break,
A breather, let it go, relax for a second,
but I can't can't can't
let this go when the voice inside my head
is reminding me I'm running out of time and greatness is slipping from my fingertips.
I'm starting to fear
my passion has become my addiction
i crave a fix of creativity but there's none to be found so withdrawal runs through my veins
and the words that used to be beautiful now just seem to bleed dirty brown
they drip from my nose and mouth like theyve been rejected never to be anything but evidence of mental decay
perhaps stability isn't what I need because it seems like this pressure in an otherwise
satisfactory existence
just isn't producing the same results as when I was all alone.
Maybe the best artists really are the tortured souls,
So I have to ask myself what I'm going to have to give up
To get back what I've lost.
A breather, let it go, relax for a second,
but I can't can't can't
let this go when the voice inside my head
is reminding me I'm running out of time and greatness is slipping from my fingertips.
I'm starting to fear
my passion has become my addiction
i crave a fix of creativity but there's none to be found so withdrawal runs through my veins
and the words that used to be beautiful now just seem to bleed dirty brown
they drip from my nose and mouth like theyve been rejected never to be anything but evidence of mental decay
perhaps stability isn't what I need because it seems like this pressure in an otherwise
satisfactory existence
just isn't producing the same results as when I was all alone.
Maybe the best artists really are the tortured souls,
So I have to ask myself what I'm going to have to give up
To get back what I've lost.
Literature
AWAY from LOVE
Away
She runs
From me
Is it because I am a girl?
And that she is too?
Does she find me sickening?
Why does she run?
Run away from me?
Run away to him
I said that I loved her
She said it back
Im sure that she did
Or...was it just all in my head?
That magical night
When I finaly confessed my feelings for her
Why?
Oh why do you run?
Away...from love...?
From me?
Literature
She
She is the enigma within the conundrum, the never-ending puzzle of her, herself, and she.
She is made entirely of roses stitched together with fake hopes.
She is the girl who is often silent and scared to voice what sentences her brain churns out.
She wants people to read between the lines.
She is the compulsive liar by necessity, whose truths feel like falsehoods.
She lies so she feels like her story has a plot.
She is the girl who is stuck at the stop sign in life and cannot move for fear of being run over.
She is incapable of going anywhere in life.
She is the author who cannot find the words to create anything worthwhile.
She wil
Literature
Queer
It's not queer
if it's all in your head
it's not pornographic or
fetishist if you
never breathe a word.
Every woman dreams
of the poetic honey taste
of her husband's
nieghbor's
wife's
lips.
as she (sleeps)
obediently
beside her dear
dearest spouse
behind her eyes
fair blond lashes
flickering, fluttering
caressing those pale ankles
smoothly shaven
it's not cheating
or homosexual
in your little housewife head.
It's not queer.
Sometimes, my brain just won't shut up.
© 2012 - 2024 Seinn
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Your writing is in itself fantastic whether tortured or beatific <3 you truly are a fantastic woman and you in yourself are more than welcome to have a lapse of optimism at any point ... just keep the knowledge that you have many people here and in your home that will gladly keep you moving forward til you find your feet again <3