Writers Block... A-Muse-D

She unknowingly blogged with me. . . During every writers block for the perfect imagery. Her beauty talked into my descriptions. Each experience typed into realism. She unknowingly blogged with me before I even realized ...

Muse huh?

A writer amused by my own naïveté to admit my mind had been conquered; I fronted until our connection started getting connected in the minds of the viewers. Let the passers by look on--> I looked on and off into the sunset, mothers and nature... Mother natures beauty is your destined depiction... I am painting my unknowingly inspiring muse... I'm scripting YOU

I got caught up in her workshop often staying after school for her lessons. Benches, tools, wood... a true old school workshop. We started to chop down and piece together our wood... shopping in our souls... pasting and creating our new stories----- building benches for lovers to share a kiss

We kissed innocence, intrigue, endearment, desire, knowledge, passion, appreciation, love & lusts manifestation into the lips of one another... My unknowing took advantage of me on that bench... in that class... in her heart...; in her mind we recreated everything I feel unable to perfectly inscribe...

Tbc

This is a quick 5 minute free write
I hope I'm right
That my muse may be part of my naïveté
If not, I may be too busy to continue to write "her"

(Blogging even when my words aren't penetrating the depths of the poetic level I can reach)

Darkened Pastels

Hello overwhelmed. Thanks for making me cry tonight. My misplaced guilt made me powerless as I counted the droplets on my wrist from my lids. Even with the moisture tickling my nose I couldn't be any further from cracking a smile. Hello overwhelmed; I tried to keep it together. My moist tongue is nauseous; no inappropriate thoughts to share

Fuck you overwhelmed
I'm trying to keep my shit and my mind together

Thank you to the ladies keeping me underwhelmed
Praise He above in which my faith lies
I've been patient and thankful father
Sipping on the same virgin martini called "maintain a positive attitude"
Darkened pastels--- images drawn to no acute limits... I've exceeded the artistic beauty of releasing (tears dry physically)... Darkened pastels are out shining my positivity ... <--Peep the irony

Pantene deep conditionings aren't the reason for drenched linens... Combusted drops spurt phenomenal speeds down these cheeks... Back to front Black attacks my visions
(so much for new contact lenses)
... I see darkness limping its rainy blue melodies

(paint these pictures)
(Of course black is still beautiful; but what happens when black doesn't feel beautiful?)

The space bar seems really long tonight

My space bar took me as far as it could tonight

Then I lost control over my perfect grammar sentences
The "mine" and the "mines"
The "you're" and the "your's"
My non run on moments
The days have been glum just running on ---worded into each other. So damn jumbled I question the speech impediment behind this plagued routine

Whelp... {Guess I wrote tonight}


I see a nightlight through the darkness

I guess I've been broken... Every Made Greek should understand that

Good night overwhelmed ...
Until the quiet of next time
Feel free to procrastinate on your visitation