Verity is blurred by the eyes of those who wish not to see.
But the sharp tongue of reality cuts through daydreams while fiction falls apart and shatters into a million diamond pieces.
WIFFYWOBBLWOOZOOWAAAAAAAAA!!
A less poetic exclamation, yes, but it covers quite the lot of the frustration I am currently feeling on the insides of my being.
I just can't. I can not.
I can duo-pe-not-ti.
The poem I'm writing, I just cant get it write. I mean right. Yet I cant get it written either.
My head is pounding with beautiful imagery, conative meanings, stylistic devices and vocabulary, yet they refuse persistently to cooperate.
It's like a having a hand full of unique, exqisuite, pompous puzzle pieces, BUT THEY JUST WONT FIT TOGETHER!
This isn't a writers block, its a writers pentagon: a much more annoying and complex variant.
That's it.
I'm having a writers pentagon. My pentagon of pompous puzzle pieces.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
(excuse my lexis there)
This was Roux, signing in for...
Ugh, whatever!
But the sharp tongue of reality cuts through daydreams while fiction falls apart and shatters into a million diamond pieces.
WIFFYWOBBLWOOZOOWAAAAAAAAA!!
A less poetic exclamation, yes, but it covers quite the lot of the frustration I am currently feeling on the insides of my being.
I just can't. I can not.
I can duo-pe-not-ti.
The poem I'm writing, I just cant get it write. I mean right. Yet I cant get it written either.
My head is pounding with beautiful imagery, conative meanings, stylistic devices and vocabulary, yet they refuse persistently to cooperate.
It's like a having a hand full of unique, exqisuite, pompous puzzle pieces, BUT THEY JUST WONT FIT TOGETHER!
This isn't a writers block, its a writers pentagon: a much more annoying and complex variant.
That's it.
I'm having a writers pentagon. My pentagon of pompous puzzle pieces.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
(excuse my lexis there)
This was Roux, signing in for...
Ugh, whatever!