by SoshiSed
asphyxiation by way of writer's block....tres clever. we have all been there, chasing down the muse like an asthmatic after the last oxygen tank on earth. she may be fickle, but not to worry. she'll be back....she's an attention whore. ; )
words bring life but words have to be born. You are brilliant and sharp as a silver dagger in a midnight alley. Described so painfully in this wondrous poem. So directly on target. So here is the writer: make them scream sanity. Will someone listen to the rage of my soul????
it's a laceration..sleek and fast and honest and brave-dont leave my words stuck inside me-such a poem such a word odyssey such sane humanity.. don't you see how i am hellishly trying to angelically pleadingly trying to get these words out; bend silence to the ground and kill the devil brackishness of it forever-clumsy words of mine to --thank you forever