Writing in spite of and in the light of a dimly lit room allows for free flow of creativity without judgement of your minds eye,
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
I think we should meet some morning In this life or after And talk about why we don't talk anymore It's over for us in this life
If you wander you may not be lost If you wander you may find beauty If you wander you may find peace If you wonder where the nature lies
It doesn't matter how it turns out, that's just how it exists People only see the people they know They don't see the romance of a crash
You can wait all day for inspiration You can wait all year for a kiss You can wait a lifetime to get what you want But you'll never get back this
I am lost without you I was lost with you but I knew I had something A light in the woods A hole in my pocket You dressed my wounds when I came home from fighting and plucked needles from my skin like feathers
I could bottle the whole damn sky and give it to someone else To spite you To punish myself for hating you But I'll drink alone instead
Once more, Shoe meets foot And glove meets hand A comb reaches to the end of my hair I write alongside Sylvia Not against
This block is nice Music can be heard from my window, and the sounds of others partying This block is comforting A few minutes to the stores and a few more to campus
I remember that evening being so funny and joyous Like an orchestrated plot to make myself happy I remember the sky was a blazing war of red and purple and in my ears was a new song I'd found
I could smoke this vodka and drink this cigarette I could do anything right now Fuck this evening and lose my girlfriend My own personal Jesus won't return this time and I'll be on my own with only a guitar and a dream
When it is day I look only for the anonymous night For whims of tasklessness and freedom to reveal themselves For inspiration to take hold also
