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writers block
my mouth sealed shut
lips pinched together with vices
lifeblood in the form of words
refuses to flow
I crave the sense of emotions in print
satisfaction in typing
feeling the tether from thumbs to tongue
pulsating stream of dedicated thought
but even better is lack of thought
when there is no thought
tapping fervently
creatures in rapid fright
and I cannot keep up
words to page
beautiful emotions
bullets of rage
I long for honey sweet
smooth sticky moths drawn to flame
a synchronized dance
a celestial game
true connection
blood pulsing arteries of thought
carnival of bliss
that soul lifting feeling
when you realize you struck the vein
© Graveyard Grace
lips pinched together with vices
lifeblood in the form of words
refuses to flow
I crave the sense of emotions in print
satisfaction in typing
feeling the tether from thumbs to tongue
pulsating stream of dedicated thought
but even better is lack of thought
when there is no thought
tapping fervently
creatures in rapid fright
and I cannot keep up
words to page
beautiful emotions
bullets of rage
I long for honey sweet
smooth sticky moths drawn to flame
a synchronized dance
a celestial game
true connection
blood pulsing arteries of thought
carnival of bliss
that soul lifting feeling
when you realize you struck the vein
© Graveyard Grace
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