Writer's Block

Today, it's like any other day.

Today, is, a beginning or is a end.

But today isn't yesterday. But somehow is like

Yesterday but with new people and places.

So what's new?

Nothing.

Just hanging out, bored.

I want to read but I can't read cause I can't focus

On the book.

I just want to do something else.

But the sad thing is I don't know what?

You I sit here and I stare blank less at this

Pad and think, "ok, I'm going to write something 

that's going to blow Shakespheres mind!!"

I don't, I just sit there staring off into oblivion.

Sometimes it's so frustrating.

Feb 28/13

Hard To Get

I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling.

I see the boards in the ceiling, plants hang,

A fan with light not on.

There is a noise coming from outside.

They can't see in.

You sit on my lap.

Your hand on my shoulder.

Then moving your hand across my chest.

You move towards me.

Closer and closer.

Until you can press your hungering lips against my neck.

Your excited.

You want more.

I can tell.

The sounds of cars going by and

A group of people talking about anything.

And me with my head tilted back and with

A smile on my face.

Feb 26/13

I sent you a message

I send you a message.

It goes un-replied too.

For those words time has stopped.

It waits until someone reads it.

It's usually deleted.

I wish I could say more but I can't.

I'll send another message later.

Feb 25/13

Cell Phone Blues

I reach for my cell and I try to think of who

To call and talk to?

Up and down my list and who should I call?

Maybe someone is online that I could talk

To instead.

Looking, looking, hoping, no.

I look at my cell thinking maybe I hadn't

Responded back to a text that I had missed

No new text.

Limbo it seems.

Feb 09/13

Dilemma

I awake to the sounds of feet  rustling at the end of the bed.

First the rustling then the slow inching of your feet towards me.

There isn't any escape.

There isn't any moving, I was here first.

I deal with this for a few more minutes till I get put off.

I stretch. I look around this dark, lightless room.

I get up out of the bed, stop for a second to make sure I'm awake.

I check the kitchen for some food but nothing I can see.

I sit there trying to decide what to do.

To heck with it, I'm going back to bed. Someone will be up later.

Feb 3/13