Writing with a Stone Heart

Have you ever sat there and just wrote everything coming to your head no matter how random or spastic it may be? Or at least try to write everything. Sometimes... a lot of times there is so much coming at once that you can't write it all down. It's all jumbled up in your brain a whole big mess, but writing is like a tiny little hole in your head that you made with a needle. And only so much of that thought fluid can come out at once. and sometimes that fluid gets stuck in corners that you cannot empty... well anyway... here's to a mental brain drain.


Laying in bed with a heavy heart
like a cold stone is pulling my breast to the mattress
pressing into the abandoned space
Putting strain on my back
So i sit up to write hoping that every stroke of my pen will smooth out my rugged and pathetic surface i seemed to have gained over time
Now wipe those tears off your face, kid!
You're not meant to feel pain
... but here like an island in the sky that has fallen for the clouds
only dreaming of holding them close in a long embrace
Sun up to sun down...
What a silly thought
Clouds... the ever changing
The mist
how they disappear the moment one reaches for them
The moment one lets go of their own self security to reach out and touch another.
Or think one has touched another
(Were they ever there in the first,place?
was it all in the head?)
but one is mearly an island.
A pathetic fool
People often love the idea of living on thee to run from something
One offers peace, love, magic, and intimacy
But the novelty wears off
And once they've seen both of one's oceans and shores
One has nothing more to give
And they are bored
They push their boat to the water
This stone lays on that beach sand as the tide rolls in and out
Kissing it ever so slightly shortly before running away
Because the tide is free
But the stone stays put forever
but it is a stone after all
It can't feel pain and it'll most certainly never break........ right?