I can’t think in this room
With every regret I’ve ever had
Staring back at me
Tag: blocked
Insanity
I can’t assume this isn’t what falling into insanity feels like.
Memories amiss, blanket gaps in my revolving life show.
Yet something exists, just beyond the wall I’ve come to know.
Gentle waters stirred by an ever wandering, probing heart.
Diluting, circling, among the truths we can’t start.
Today’s random word was arise
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Writer’s Cold … Stupid Plane/Traffic in LA
This is a repost of something I posted in Oct. 2017. I can’t think of anything right now, not even a de facto cute “I have a mild case of writer’s stuffiness (I won’t even call it block)” post.
Stupid Plane/Traffic in LA/Writer’s Block
There’s stuff in my head,
But it’s trapped,
Held together
By an epic roadblock.
Like the traffic in LA,
Which I would know about,
If I’d gotten on the stupid plane.
Wouldn’t you know it,
I love flying.
I love staring out the window,
Watching the world go by.
I think flying over the Italian Alps
Was my favorite so far.
But I still don’t like the traffic
In LA
I get frustrated every time I’m there,
And scream and curse at the weird
Random highway lights
(what’s the point, it’s all jacked up anyway)
Also, why is there a subway system,
If no one uses it?
I just don’t understand,
The traffic in LA,
Which I would have told you sooner
If I had gotten on the stupid plane.
