Ive entered the gates of Proverbial Hell,
Where words sting and phrases flirting with fictitious ferocity burn deep within the soul,
Demons dance on hiatus,
Tickling, teasing the tongue with the right sound.
And should one dare to take a linguistic step in a direction other than to please the all powerful,
Whatever,
He/She will suffer a fate far beyond that of everlasting pain
WRITERS BLOCK.
Ive not suffered such a fate,
Not yet anyway.
However, my writing has become that thats sprung from an infertile mind,
A dimwit,
A ____________
Even now I lack the words.

10/04/2006

Author's Note: We\'ve all been here

Posted on 10/04/2006
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