Congealed

It happens...

Terse, hearse, worse, damnable

The words flowed like hardened paste on to million dollar stationery

The words she said to me and of me rushed…blue and rusty

I gagged on my expressions, dry heaves

“Your mother says you write better when you are miserable.”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“You.”

“I make you miserable?”

“Apparently not, I can’t write a thing.”

“I’ll try harder.”

"I’m sure you will.”

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

blue...looks good on the sky....but it just dont match your eyes...keith urban...This is where I was suppose to be yesterday...not in the land of smallville. Sorry C. Ill try harder!

[Iam-me]

Sadness seems to be an incurable disease at times. As a lot of poets and writers seem to feel it. I guess that is why so my poets and writers express it with such eloquence and style. And able to get those inner demons out. At least for a short time. Via paper and pen.

[Crowley]

My mom says I write the best when I am miserable. But not sure I am ever miserable really. So not sure what she is talking about.

[Gee]

As this site proves over and over again, day after day, week after week, misery, sadness make a far better writing companion than happiness.
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[Crowley]

Thanks!!! I appreciate it!

[Gee]

Nae problem