Xpression.v2

Addcit’s Twitch (11/25/2005)

I’m staring at the screen trying to get myself inspired
It’s like I want to scream but the skill in me’s expired
It feels like the fire inside is about to be extinguished
As I sit here and twiddle both my thumbs and all my fingers
But it lingers inside my mind and I can feel it calling
The sound of my world crying as I can feel it falling
And I’m dying to release the pictures from within my mind’s eye
Instead of sitting silently with vision like a blind guy
But walking on the fine line and searching for ignition
Dangerous to the point that I need to make admission
Itching to vent myself without finding something hurtful
Nothing’s coming out and I’m stuck running in these circles
So, I’m trying to write something simply for the sake of it
But I refuse to go the way of simply fucking faking it
And now my hands can’t type it because of all the shakiness
An addict in withdrawal and he’s at the point of hating it
Because the radiance is still something that he clings to
He has to feel it’s weight before writing it to bring you
The meaning’s not defined ’til he’s lost hope and his spirit
To the pain inside his mind, then using words to clear it
Holding it to steer it and just make it entertaining
Bringing you along with him as he does his best explaining
Windshiled wipers on because it’s always fucking raining
At the moment he’s inspired, the tears from all the straining
Never waning until the calm has struck his inner nerve set
There’s something in explaining that I’m not over this hurt yet
Something to erase the pull of addiction at it’s finest
And bring peace to every nerve that was twitching with such violence

Notes: Second one today, though “Fucking Hidden” is A LOT better. This one just discusses how bad writer’s block can be for someone like me. I also wrote it in hopes of helping Joanna get inspired again since she’s also hit the lovely writer’s block part of being a writer.

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