a muse or lack ofDear Apollo, my old friend;a muse or lack of
I am searching for that connction again, between the soul and the pen. But, then again deal with a forked tounge left me dumb to creation.
The spark of imagination has been suffocated by timidness. It has been kept alive by the fuel of liquor.
With no soul I sing from the spirit of a bottle.
This will be my last letter.
Love, Shawn
P.S. Do you have the address for Dionysus.
Pre-exgirlfriendYour hair needs to be washed You need to study You have to spend time with your roommate I forget who you are trying to convince The louder we lie the more we believe And your voice is hoarsePre-exgirlfriend
This not so nice guy Whos not so last I will not finish this race I see a new one starting A gun with long curly hair My favorite
You won't find someone like me Who'll make cookies when your sick Hold open the door Always pay for dinner What do you mean
Why am I shouting
Blank PagesI have several notebooks set aside for me to write in, but they all start the same. "I will write 1,000,000 bad words before I write 1 good one." The words that stay in my mind are better than those etched in graphite. Never feeling the warm paper the words can't be judged or fade in mediocrity. But, to fade in my mind is a cold death. The excuses fail, it's not the tv, it's not the time, it's not the lack of talent, it's the fear. I'll just have to man up and fill the blank pages.Blank Pages
Burn cruiseA left turn and I could be home in five minutes Instead home fades in my mirror I have no destination just a direction A burn cruise a friend once called it No longer paying attention The road the radio all keep going while I keep driving I'm trying to find a new way home Hoping that it won't change But the road changes me In getting lost I find myself I don't hate my home I don't hate me I hate the monotony I have no destination just a direction I drive because its different Its not the path i took yesterday Its not the path i took last weekBurn cruise
Another long break
Lazy
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As the demon sleeps, man turns on man. His own blood and madness soon cover the earth. From the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz, its raven wings ablaze in majestic light.
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J.B. Lewis
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"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
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