Dream of a Nightmare

Words don't come as easy

As they used to, you know.

Pained and struggled, staring

At the computer screen, wondering

Wondering why the words are

So hard to form, why the

Page is full, and blank.

The words aren't as

Inspired as they once

Were. Leaving me, alone

In the dark, wanting to do some

Thing creative with my

Words. Only to be

Shot down by

My own

Mind.

Adderall dreams

Fill my head with sorrow,

Guilt and euphoria like never

Before, and yet I've been here all

Too many times. Wondering

Down the dark, bleak

Streets of Venice.

Contemplating

Life.

Coffee stains on

The rug, water pouring

From my pours, escaping

The poisoned body they once

Inhabited, they once called

Home. Littered across

My room are the

Dreams of my

Nightmares.

A life I once

Could only dream

Of, a life filled with

Love, ambition, and, of

Course belonging are only

The dream of a night-

Mare long past.

The words

Come

Slowly now.

Many Apologies Coming from This Dude Right Here.

    As the title says, many apologies for not being on.  I am neck deep in my first novel.  One that I started a number of years ago, but never got around to editing it fully.  May I say, it's a good-un.  Though I will just self-publish, instead of getting an agent, because I A) don't have the money for one, and B) I'm not too much invested in this as I should be.  I guess I want to do other things with my life right now.  I really love writing, but I can't find the time for it anymore.  Yet another reason I haven't been blogging.  I really should make the time, but it's getting down to the end of the year, schoolwise, and it's crunch-time.  I guess I'll have more time once school gets out.  Well, I will hopefully have a job by then, so it's really up in the air now.  I'll start posting things when I can, I just can't do it everyday like I promised. 
Again, many apologies from me.

Happy reading, from yours truly
Richard.