Drowning On Dry Land.

I'm only poisoning this situation.

It's still raining

so send the sidewalk out to find me

fading faster than my jeans.

The bleeding asphalt never complains,

so I stay here. glazing over.

relentlessly wearing out your name.

 

Watching my ideas dance from my ears

and twirl with dust particles in front of blinding flood lights.

I cannot write, I have no time

for decent plot development.

 

I spent too much time

swimming on your living room floor

Drowning on dry land

Clinging to empty bottles of liqour.

 

Just admit we have nowhere to go.

 

Give me a little friction to slow me down

breathing out of habit and speaking out of turn

sleeping off headaches

letting my vision blur.

 

Illuminated by the same repeating chord

dragging my cliche inspiration through metaphors

don't blame the rainstorms.

This is my fault.

 

 

I am only poisoning this situation

too happy to hear the same old lament

I cannot write, I have no time

for decent plot development.

Author's Note

I'm getting tired of posting things unfinished and bad... sounding? looking?
But I'm also too lazy to finish anything.

I deleted

Purposely losing my mind.

I'm only trying to distract myself

from anyone and anything

that has anything to do with this.

Just didn't fit. or sound cool. ha.

Reviews

[Jinelly]

i liked it:]

[Hedra Helix]

dude english honors, thats dope and f****n appropriate.

I dont know you real well, say you might be f****n bad a*s at numerous things, and this might be inconsequential but fuckit twice- just incase you dont believe zatoichi to your last f****n molecule let me back up the brotha and say to you :

you are a f*****g BAD A*S writer!

I always know you got my back when I come to read. I'm never disappointed.

Dont ever stop.

[Zatoichi]

trust your instincts and i know i'll read a brilliant poem every time.

your imagery has made my writing better. joe

[Hedra Helix]

I spent too much time
swimming on your living room floor
Drowning on dry land
Clinging to empty bottles of liqour.

Just admit we have nowhere to go.

Give me a little friction to slow me down
breathing out of habit and speaking out of turn
sleeping off headaches
letting my vision blur.

Illuminated by the same repeating chord
dragging my cliche inspiration through metaphors
don't blame the rainstorms.
This is my fault.



that is so classic you and bad a*s right there. maaan. youre going to be a scary mofo in years to come, not that youre not now, but when Im sellin books if youre selling books lets play nice and not try to hit up the same agents at the same time, can we agree?

yea dude, keep on, finished or not your s**t is so tight.
I deleted a crap load off of a piece tonight too, reads cleaner, so its better. dig.