I'm Stale

So, I'm working on my first official project of poetry.  The project is entitled, "The Random Alignment of Life" At this end of this blog, I'll give you an excerpt from the project! It's a sneak peak!  I'm feeling a little stale though, I'm about four poems from completing a 10 poem project and I'm at a dead end.  It's aggravating, you know, to be 80% complete, to chase down ideas, to only find they're mirages! Sometimes it feels like I’ll never get this thing done.  Sometimes it feels like I should publish my work with just six poems!  Why the hell won’t I? I don’t know.  Here’s the craziest part, I have tons of poems I can include into the project, but because I decided to make a concept album, I had to produce the majority of them within the last two months!  Uggghhh!  Some folks say with writers block you should just start writing, I guess, I should, see what I come up with.  Hopefully it won’t be next spring and I’m still talking about these same 4 poems!! Lol J I'm going to keep going though, because someone out there should hear what I have to say, hopefully it will be theraputic.  Ok, so here's an excerpt, it's untitled, let me know what you think?

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His presences, congers eerie memories,

Like teenagers with keys to liquor cabinet & wigi boards,

Images that had been boarded up against the outskirts of her physic,

Like windows in Peabody projects,  

In other words…suppressed,

Now overexposed like Diddy’s Time Square billboard,

She’s logging those moments as if she’s on Donald Trumps, executive board,

And it has her walking a thin line of sanity,

The memories chase her to questions,

She asked since adolescences,

If God so loved his only begotten son, but gave him unto this world…..

Until Next Time, Love Someone