Showing posts with label Writer's Block. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer's Block. Show all posts

Saturday, December 10, 2011

the dead mind


Oh Hades, thou of the damned tongue,
I command thee,
abjure thee,
take my soul.

The crafts of men have hid my words.
my soul is barren.
my grave is dug.
Take me. Take me whole.

Hades!
I command...
I implore...
take me...

What more can I endure?
What rictus smile?
What tortured drop of time?
No more.

Oh Hades, please, call with gilded tongue,
command me to thee,
free me,
take my soul.

Take the breath of life from my words.
the craft is barren.
the grave is dug.
Free me. Take my soul.

Hades!
Give command!
Do not ignore...
free me.

Cicero's virtues are too much to endure,
and the wise man's journey of a mile,
so I ask thee one last time,
and no more,

Hades! Free me!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Hump Day: A Seven Minute Tanka


I hear not a thing
my soul is tired and seeks sleep
creativity has died
silence reigns unthroned
Please, will the day never end?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Rain On My Parade


"Once upon a time,"
              I used this phrase to start a verse or two.
My mind was blank,
              and the paper white. What more could I do?
Pithy words and snarky strokes,
              left the parchment clean.
But tempting thoughts, hid
              and called from the unseen.
A Dragon. A tree.
              A valiant white knight.
A demon. A Queen.
              A snowstorm at midnight.
Rubbish and garbage!
              Tedious and droll.
Each thought a doodle;
              unpainted and dull.
Still, there lies within
              the dark shrouded night,
a luminous speck,
              a tempting bright light.
"Once upon a time,
             at the world's end,
                      our story was begun..."

Sunday, November 27, 2011

IMP


Imprisoned Muse
tortured,
battered,
bloodied,
lost with nothing to give.

You denied me, Muse.
recanted,
abandoned,
retracted,
all I have to give.

I died in your arms.
just another victim
of your broken charms...

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Forgotten Words


Forgotten words
haunting memory's halls.
Ghostly images of
half remembered past
seeking life
among the living. 

Rotten fruit in barren orchards
blocking birth with pitfalls.
Banshees, spirits, undead of
words never held steadfast.
Causing endless strife,
while creating nothing. 


Be buried.
Be gone.
Be dead.
I cannot save you.
I cannot bring you back. 


I am wearied.
My skill is withdrawn.
My thoughts are lead.
You cannot be born anew.
You cannot come back.



Rest In Peace,
my forgotten words.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Waiting

My pen waits
the ink dries
the page yellows
time passes
inspiration dims
dust gathers
life buries
soon gone
lost to all