Beautiful Procrastination by MisterLolrus, literature
Literature
Beautiful Procrastination
That feeling you get when you just have to write something
The unsettling churning fluttering vomit
And all that comes out is words
When you know what you want and know what to write
So jagged jumbled yet clean concise
But lost and confused
What can be said has been said
And the gauge in your head reads empty
No more words to say it says to your dismay
So words you draw from nooks and crannies and corners and cracks and carbon
But jagged jumbled not clean concise
And no more flow 'till that feeling you get
When all that comes out is words and you don't even need to know
But yet again the fleeting feeling has flown
So no more wor
my sad is mute
my words come out
and fall, petrified
my emotions hang off
my shoulders
like a tattered coat
serving no purpose
all full of holes
all badged in blood
my pain is blind
like a bullet; ignorant
forward
hit stop
my emotions are a gun
they only mar others
why should i wear my coat
i like the cold