Writer's Block
I can't move my hands
The way I want it to
I cannot lift my heart
To the words I struggle to reach
To convey fluently
The skies disappeared
And t'was a lonely darkness
So suddenly
I'm lost
Between the gaps of letters
And words, And sentences
And paragraphs, And books
And hundred of libraries
I am still there, doubting
May you please help?
For I lost the key
That would unlock this heart
Set me free
And let me,
Express again
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The Passionate Corpse
PuisiCorpses are gross, dirty and foul-smelling. At times, they're scary to look at. But curiousity enthralls upon something unpleasant. Amidst the ugliness, it satisfies the dark part of our soul-not meant to be human. Something about it is unnatural...
