Creativity’s Last Dream

This pen feel foreign to fingers
Movements forced without ease
Memories of it all have faded away
Nothing remains within to be written
His soul no longer screams at night
Dreams not a lasting impact fades with day

Urge to write comes from somewhere new
Won’t come easy despite temptations
Music blends words to great beats
Still feels like everything has gone

That lost groove wants to be found
Memories faded left nothing but pain
Darkness fills voids of words once used
Slowly erasing what had been there once

Stare at this empty page
Filled with envy longing for rage
That dark just keeps coming in
But how to find the way back to light

Sits there searching for it all
Words don’t want to fall from pen
Fingers refuse to bend
Has this act come to the end?

The house is wrong tonight….. The house is dark tonight…. The house is empty tonight…. We that remain hide…. Take refuge from the night…. Mighty cat joins us alone…. The house is wrong tonight…. The house is quiet tonight…. The house has too many shadows…. While there are no lights…. The house is wrong tonight…. […]

It’s 5:30 in the morning Too early to be awake today so far Darkness still swirling Groggy feeling impaired As the shadows continue to dance on the walls Toss and turning in circles Limbs flying every which way Making music that no one can hear Winds deadly howl darkens the way As each branch snaps […]

The silence that hasn’t spilled from fingers pricked Hesitant over lettered buttons Waiting… Words squished between the nothings Forced into hiding Yearning… A trickle of a drop within a hint Bashed with the skull Smoldering… Raging ash flaring unending upwards Fluttering amongst the openings Flowing… Quiet falls all around the bareness witnessed Flames frozen in […]

Crank the tunes, two in the morning, headphones leaving that familiar burning about the ears. Fingers busted wide across the keyboard stinging from pencils furious repetitions across blackened pages. WRITE! Just write anything that comes flowing into the unconscious consciousness that comes. Delirious sleeping of letters flying around. Pictures from within, worlds emerge, stories write […]