Category: Writers Block
'scuze me while I spill out all the dirty little secrets of my life to you. bla bla bla bla and all this and that. You're not even listening are you? Yep, justification, that's what I lack in this whole insane fight. Well, that and intelligence from my sparring partner. Who wants to fight with a dumb ass rock anyway? hmmm?
Let's talk about those shattered silver hearts first of all. Ahh, yes the dream was nice while it lasted wasn't it? But look at me now, the cold and concreet realist standing before you, trying to defend herself and again, seeking that damned elusive abstract noun they call, justification.
Crystalized tears, that's all I have to cling to now, actually, they cling to me and my haunted eyes most of the time but hell, i just blink them back and raise my self defense sword a fraction of an inch higher.
Shatters, I rather like the sound of that word. Doesn't it sound so pretty in your ear? Like the roar of the never ending ocean or the whisper of an autumn breeze?
wave bye bye now sweety to what you know before, because it's time to go on now and face the future, and reality. Yes, I know you always said you'd never cuss, never face reality and never get caught up in the drama of society but well, sweet heart there's not a lot you can do now is there?
Shatters. pointed glass, silver hearts, crystalized tears, jeweled dreams, and glittering justification.
Justification, damn, I hate that word.
Cala, the poem was excellent, as all your poems are. It was so deep, and had such descriptive emotion.
Good job!
I should say it was descriptive, I was right fucked when I wrote it
I lliked how you expressed yourself. It was so deep; keep it up.ed how you express