Writers Block..But More Like a Writers Suck? (songs)

**sleepy jack** · 12-28-2006, 07:26 PM

My last, three pieces actually (Bee In Snow, This One & The Butterscotch one)...I don't know I feel like the idea i'm giving out is missed because of crappy words and weak metaphors. I don't know how I feel about them, I realize I posted two in one day also <.<

Fifteen and Half Alive

My throat burns with pizza sauce and revolution, I sat with my cat riding high on the arm of my chair considering songs, complex ideas pulled off so brilliantly wrong.

I sat looking at the contusions and my confusion on how blankets of thin skin were yet to break, my timid grip holding a shaky shot glass, after a night of stupid sex and self-loathing.

Puke lined my mouth while I went into her, disgusted with myself, my throat burns with pizza sauce and revolution, I sat with my cat riding high on the arm of my chair, and looked, there he was, his whiskers dotted with tears of regret and sorrow.

Trauma · 12-28-2006, 09:46 PM

Hurts to read.
By hurt I mean sorrowful.
Very well worded, I liked the repetition at the end.

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12-28-2006, 07:26 PM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,369	Writers Block..But More Like a Writers Suck? My last, three pieces actually (Bee In Snow, This One & The Butterscotch one)...I don't know I feel like the idea i'm giving out is missed because of crappy words and weak metaphors. I don't know how I feel about them, I realize I posted two in one day also <.< Fifteen and Half Alive My throat burns with pizza sauce and revolution, I sat with my cat riding high on the arm of my chair considering songs, complex ideas pulled off so brilliantly wrong. I sat looking at the contusions and my confusion on how blankets of thin skin were yet to break, my timid grip holding a shaky shot glass, after a night of stupid sex and self-loathing. Puke lined my mouth while I went into her, disgusted with myself, my throat burns with pizza sauce and revolution, I sat with my cat riding high on the arm of my chair, and looked, there he was, his whiskers dotted with tears of regret and sorrow. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.