I'm lost in your cries
That resound within
Mere years gone by
To haunt so sweet

Cliche ridden lines
Tear my tired mind
Thinking back when,
We wrote through time..

My pen now poor
Ink runs every dry
From taut channels
Papers lay bare...

Thinking each touch
To feel each thought
Pacing souls together
Through naked motions...
The rub of raw love..
Kiss of surrender
Take us above...

Knowing it's there
Drives me insane
You play my mind
We bring the pain...
As one we stood
But two we die..
Forever my true lie...
Past purity of all...

Justice lies weeping
This does none...
To what once was
And it's remains...
Where are my words?
Lost deep in spirit
Where i dig this too
To once more walk...
Though forever with
a hidden feint limp..




AS i said in the piece. Does what i was talking about little to no justice. But still, i post it....it's a vent in a way, with the comments 'helping'.

I think you masturbate to the written word too much. I wasn't even aware people had a literary fetish.

Um... sorry. I'm an idiot trying to be funny. But on the real, if you're writing about writers block like I assume you are, it really doesn't do it justice. Writers block is a bitch and can never truly be written about completly and comprehensively with a poetic touch. Believe me, I've tried. (Of course, that could also mean that when I try I just plain suck... but that's established.)

Sorry. Idiot trying to be funny again.

~Shalom~

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

^^shut up u idiot

nice piece varent...had deep feelin nice word...keep it up

Heh. Necro, it the blockage goes hand in hand with another thing. The other thing being the cause of the blockage. The blockage was used as mere reference, to be used here and there to put emphasis on how this piece does so little justice. And how the thing has effeted.. On the whole, most of the piece was about that other thing.

Comments appreciated Necro.

Deadly Alliance. Not so sure about you. Your replies have caused uproar in this rasta shack. People putting down their blunts and what nots to complain about you. We'll see what action is taken.

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oh sweetie you lost me a little in this one....
The impression that I got is that you have lost something
or someone that maybe inspired you?
Or perhaps you have simply lost inspiration itself? nothing
physically...just mentally you have nothing to write about....
no ideas? thoughts?
That is the general idea I was given when I was reading this....
This isn't like your usual style..and considering the block that is completly understandable...But Var I'm not in a hurry to call this piece bad or lacking even, cause even tho it was different and almost simple in style compared to your work...I still enjoyed it..and if my interpretation is correct it makes sense....but if i'm on the wrong path .lawrd help me....

Keep expressing hun, even tho you may not want to at times

*puts his lotion away*

well...ehem..lol...yea i feel ya on the blockage homie...n ive neva seen it put into poetry form...this was nice...word...i had to read it twice though...lol..then i looked at the title n got it!..hahahha...but yea

i liked this shit a lot

Thinking each touch
To feel each thought
Pacing souls together
Through naked motions...
The rub of raw love..
Kiss of surrender
Take us above...


yea man....i understood ery concept ya portreyed through this...ya flow was sketchy...but im sure wasnt your main focus...but you came through mos def...

igido

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