Writers Block....
SadnessI have been in a pretty much constant state of darkness for awhile and normally that doesn't hinder my writing it actually has produced some writing but lately I can't write sh*t and it's driving me effin crazy. I keep starting poems and things but I get like 4 lines in and I lose it. I don't know what to do to get past this void in my head and start writing again because without writing I have nothing else..no other way to purge...
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PurgeI have been binging on the false flavoringsPurge
of your fatal words, stuffing myself with the delectable desire
of what we could be but constantly sentenced to sickness from the savoring
of my submission to you.
Now, I need to purge.
by ~hopelessxx
..Touch Me..I want you to touch me. But it's not just that I want to feel..Touch Me..
the pulse of your passion, you pressing your body onto mine as we begin to intertwine for hours. I want you to touch me. To caress me like we are injecting purity into each other and cuddle me like you are embracing your life. Touch me in the truest light of day not just in the berried light of bedtime beneath sheets of confinement.
It's not just that I want the feel
of your fingers digging into my skin, your gratifying grip pinning me in trembling moments of bliss. I want you to touch me.
by ~hopelessxx
BreathlessYou subdue me to cliches. Starry eyes and school girl giggles, desperately searching for words concealed by smitten shyness. But boiling with injections of jealousy pulsating viciously. Green for that forbidden taste, teethe sinking into soul, jaw locking against retreat, venomous ecstasy coursing, soothing. Instead left with pleasured blood seeping through seemingly hollow words. Swimming in ecstasy of mere fantasy, and scattered memories that drift me into the deep end... breathless.Breathless
by ~hopelessxx
Love SoakedOne vicious slit of the tongue leaves me Love soaked like the leaking of a wound. Ripped open and exposed from beneath my sheets of denial I tremble in the face of your voice. A brush of closeness leaves the lingering scent of memory between my every stitch, viciously stretching out the seems. The dark ties being tightened around me almost stop my pulse from having any will but when they are illuminated in our privacy I am instantly injected with a dose of you, so addictive my blood screams in its absence.Love Soaked
I throw my passion filled heart to you in a vicious attempt at af
by ~hopelessxx
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by =Corina90
EdenBring me to your feast of rags, that groaning board of earth and tears where you ache to eat the righteous, and I will undress these scraps of hidden wounds too deep to stop believing.Eden
I will lay the table in green leaves and press poultices with the cool, running water of my hands where daylight gapes in hungry children, and pull us from the tired cloth of living.
I will make pilgrims of my fingers to peel away those sore, rough blows and words that starve our hearts, and anoint our eyes with
by =Scarlettletters
Devious Info
- Current Residence: New York
- Interests: Among other things..writing, film, parties, reading, love, sex, and women...
- Favourite movie: way too many to list..
- Favourite genre of music: it varies..
- Favourite poet or writer: Andrea Gibson (Poet) and I guess Francesca Lia Blocke for books
- MP3 player of choice: wanting an iTouch
- Favourite game: Mario Kart!!
- Personal Quote: "Hope if not Love..."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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*Truly HopelesS*
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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