Like a vice grip
around my once viable lungs
Capacity condensing
Like an asthmatic
fighting for just one burst
of oxygen...
I need words.
Inability to write
not unlike
the asphyxiation of my brain.
Words refuse to flow
and
petrification of a once virile mind
sets in...
Like a vice grip
around my brain...
I slowly begin to go insane...
my own thoughts asphyxiating me...
Tunnel vision sets in
and I can no longer see...
cannot think...
I'm beginning to sink
into an abyss of
closedmindedness...
Unable to purge my
confusion...
ushering in tantalizing tension...
tempting me to
scream out loud...
taunting me to
become aggressive and rude...
forcing me to spew forth
utterances from once sweet lips...
all because...
the words won't flow from my fingertips...
floating around in the recesses of
my crowded mind....
banging and colliding...
bumper cars riding...
bouncing off my cerebral cortex...
I've been cursed I fear...
I am truly vexed...
and then...
suddenly...
the words begin to flow
and
oxygen fills my lungs
as I breath
with each noun I
inhale...
each very I
exhale...
and I know that the sustenance of my being...
is the ability to pimp a pen like a two dollar whore...
forcing her to produce more and more...
making her work til she's tired and then...
trading her in for a brand new pen.
Author notes
Option 6 and Title option #5
"Yossarian Made It"
Sacrificial Love
A contest entry
- Like Strands of Fist and Bone by Saint Gut-Free.
600 points, ended October 7, 2007, 29 entries
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Brilliant...and yet, slightly sad. I love the word asphyxiate; don't ask me why, I have no idea. Wonderful poem, the flow was very smooth and pleasant to read.
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Something good in the air tonight...i agree. Well done. There is a fight within for words at times. Good luck in this contest.
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This is really well written. Describing the fight within the muse; and the unconscious will of the writer. Excellent use of imagery throughout!
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Amazing. Something good in the air tonight. Thanks for the good read.
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Bravo!
Friend,what a flow of words, emotion! How like some of us when nothing is at the end of our pen to write.And special part "needing oxygen" familiar with that at times"my crowded mind,banging and colliding, bumper cars riding" all in the process of mind thoughts clear for writing...Your imagery is fantastic..So glad to be reading your work once again..Bravo!
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