02-16-2013, 11:37 AM | #1 |
Lime Life
Join Date: Jan 2013
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I Can't Stop
I Can't Stop.
Exert 1. My brittle bones tap the keys, trapping me within this zone And in my soul my faculties shackle me to sit and groan Piss and moan, unhappily I live alone within this tome That captures me, art that craftily has stitched and sewn Itself to me, we become one with the help we need To help each other grow, in my art I plant my seed My heart it can't recede, this light in the dark is meant for me My life is in these words, I write my scars to set me free This book is my life, it's my wand, my suit...it's my strife Losing my wife and kids, gave me awful blues.. ...But I knew I had to choose, and I knew I was right As he sits and faces a new day, his face is a blue/gray The gloom in his basement raises his mood's flames As the last withering flower decays in the bouquet He meant to give his wife, and he hates that it's too late He's standing and pacing, finding his place in his new fate The choice he made took faith, it raised and removed weight Now he can't regret, he has to face it and look straight Into the eyes of grace, and the taste on his new plate Exert 2. Drinking through the night, I'm sinking into fright See I write of what I think, and only think of what I write And this river that flows succinct, is bringing me delight My heart and soul on a page, my misery, my fight Physically I'm broken, mentally I split my soul in two Keep half for me, but still give what is owed to you I won't pretend, my writtens are my only friends Holding hands, a special bond formed from lonely pens See I write about my life, but my life is just my writing And though a real life is so inviting, my soul's declining All day I stare at this paper, my nightmare and my savior I can't stop writing, and other people? I can't bare them... They're fakers. As the words leak from the pen, he's weeping again No sleep in a week, he's much weaker than planned His heart beats for release, while he seeks to pretend The beast he unleashed gives him peace as a friend Though he knows it deceives, he still won't believe that it can Pollute his soul...it can't be evil....it can't. Exert 3. I'm panicking, my words rambling...I can't think anymore My pen's ink runs dry, as I cry and sink to the floor But I have to stand, this disaster can't kill my master plan I've been here before, this feeling will pass again Writer's block, a drought in my mind's eye, the fire's hot But the words mean nothing if my mind is locked Out of inspiration, what is this blight that God's giving? And how can you write about life, if you're not living? I can't leave this desk, so I sit here dancing with stress A bitter romance that will kill my plans, I'm a mess I know I need to get out, and just give up this damn plot But my words need me, I need my words...I just.. ...can't stop...
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