Too much words inside my head

Too much words inside my head

Too much words struggling to get out of my head

And me, without too much language

Loss of words

Playing the poet

in a world full of artists

Trying to be a part

of the world of wonders

but how many words are there that can’t be said ?

nor writing ?

nor screaming ?

crying ?

fighting ?

Too much words inside my head

and me without too much language.

Two Days Gone

Two days gone and me without writing. Two days, goddamit. I think my mind is getting

 

Dry.

      Empty.

                Without.

           Life.

 Words.

Verses. 

           Poetry.

                      Art.

                            Love.

 

Two days gone

and me without writing. 

I feel empty

I feel robbed of my soul

I feel bored

I feel the pen like a fat dead body that need to be carried to the cemetery,

be burned and

it’s ashes

spilled on the floor like a puzzle of 

1000000

              pieces

                         and

                                forgotten

 

                              (but, not !)