you're better than them.
Vodka on RocksEnclosed in darkness, my frigidVodka on Rocks by ~KaizenKitty
window pane, in cold morning fog
he sits, alone, I wish I could
kiss his doubts away, and wonder
'will he ever?', I'll never know.
I remember hands on me, he
used to tell me, 'you'll be okay',
and faded paper in my hand
is all I have for memory.
A full moon rises up ahead.
Oh how I wish he would return
his voice, his breath, his scent around
my glass of vodka, vodka on
rocks he bought me, you know I still
keep it. I don't like alcohol.
He always knew just how I felt
could coax me with a look, a word,
and I was his, yet he didn't say
anything. Just sat there and stared
fists clenched arms folded, over tea.
Older, older, I'm never old
enough, to see stained evening snow
even though it collects at my
feet and won't let go, no no no!
He wants me safe and protected.
It means a stroke of sleepless nights
thick protruding veins, hazy blur,
three beer cans later, on the floor.
Try to move on, nothing works but
bashing my head against the wall
|You have absolutely no right to use my anything. Get off!|
Pantsing: without running out of steamNovember is upon us, and that means most Anglo writers with an internet connection are participating in NaNoWriMo ( http://www.nanowrimo.org ). I’m a first timer myself, so take everything I’m about to say with a grain of salt.
So, we’re one week into NaNo, and for those of you who have a plot – congratulations. You’re some lucky motherfuckers
(excuse the cursing please). But I bet there are lots of you who don’t have their plot figured out yet (like me). You bought “No Plot, No Problem”, and start to figure out: “Oh shit, this IS a problem!” …or… “What the hell. This book is no help at all!” All reasonable NaNo trouble. So you go to the forums and complain at ‘NaNoWriMo Ate My Soul’ ( http://nanowrimo.org/forums/nanowrimo-ate-my-soul ), hoping by some magic to get your inspiration back. Wanna try a more productive approach? (This does not guarantee that you&