Pause
The words run
dry
dry
dry
empty echoing blank
Typing is murder
knitting needles hurt less
vertical line
blinking
blinking
fuck you
laugh at my words
laugh at my worlds
they are empty
void of ink even
on the computer screen
I don't want to
I don't want to
write
write
write
Why why why why?
Why can't I open my mouth
open my goddamn mouth
and speak
In stead I write.
empty
empty
notebooks full of nothing
full of pencil marks and dead starts
I wrote his name again and again
pages of it
I never met him
Write
write
write
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the honesty that poured through this peice. Its becomming harder to be better as speaking than morphing words into beautiful things. The repitition was wonderfully used...

