Disclaimer: Lovely Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me. I am but a mere penniless sitar player -- -is sued already at pseudo-claim.-
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To Kill A Case of Writer's Block
axelxroxas --
Keep on talking.
Don't waste your breath on –
me
surely not me.
I'm leaving and you can't
hold onto yourself any longer.
It's sad.
But the thing is, I don't feel
So how can it be?
Will you hate me
If I don't come back tomorrow
you think those words were empty, meaningless
But they weren't.
Will I miss you?
I won't stick around to know.
I'm leaving and
Nothing can stop me now
Not even you, Mr. Anti-hero.
"But Roxas, please,"
So now you're reduced to begging?
Tug at the hem of my cloak.
Lick my shoes,
bitch
It won't work.
Nothing works.
you've been trying to save me but
I'm the hero.
And I'm going to figure this out without you,
Gorgeous.
rikuxnaminé/rikuxkairi --
Nestle my head into your breasts
You aren't her, but I can almost
Smell Her.
Bury deeper, try to shed my sorrow
Misery clogs, bitterness prolongs
I want to escape it so bad
Under your skin, can you help me?
Can you help me get back to her?
axelxroxas --
Fingers fumble with the zipper
How do you get this damn thing off.
Tug at my waist, why don't ya.
Fuck it, I'm sick
so sick
Lean my head against your chest and cry
Don't we haven't even started yet
Slide hands down thighs
god what is this?
I need you.
You need me.
We're one big happy family in here, aren't we?
Hell yeah.
Rise and fall, autumn leaves
mold into them.
wakkaxnaminé --
she doesn't like the beach
or the water or the sun or anything
What's wrong?
she shuffles her feet
It's cold. she complains
aw, you think, music to your ears
I can make it warmer.
hopeful but slightly timid big blue eyes
Can you?
she's so lightweight that she could be flying
rikuxkairi --
it feels like a scream
grating not slicing
that would be a shriek, my dear
towers, miniature cities of gore
god where does he create all that
close my eyes before i die so i can't see anymore
dark burgundy like her hair
shift across my face
no, gasping breath
this wasn't supposed to happen this way
fall back into your arms again
isn't this what you always wanted
soraxkairi/rikuxkairi --
Dear Kairi,
ink blots.
rose petals scatter on parchment page, lovingly
Dear Kairi,
he tries again
i'm not so good at this . . .
He isn't.
He's tried only twice and he thinks he's got it bad.
I've written letters to her
Every
Night
Since I've met her
and there's always a rose for her, too
What's our score now, Sora?
Have I gotten past you yet, Sora?
sora . . . ?
smile graces lips
"it's so pretty thank-you"
lips grazes lips
Letter crumples to the floor. Letters flutter into sea.
rikuxzexion --
well now what do we have here
swirling violet deep lock i can't move
smile?
do you dare?
we don't smile much; do we
i guess we're the same
similar
smile.
because he makes you feel good.
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So, Poetry, I said. I'll write Poetry to get my inspiration back for writing, because you can't go wrong with Poetry. In fact, you can say so many pointless things that make absolutely no sense and it's okay because it's Poetry.
Well, this isn't Poetry. It's not even poetry. Heck, I can't rhyme worth a dime (see what I mean?). They aren't worthy enough to be considered as drabbles. I'll call them tidbits. Just random things I make up in my stream of conscience at random. That's why they're scattered and, basically, on crack. They haven't been looked over a gazillion times and revised to flawless perfection. They're thrown up on paper. No, I don't suppose you should know what's going on. Amuse me. Truthfully, they weren't even supposed to be for your eyes. My friend told me to publish them. Perhaps that'll give me inspiration, too?
Will I continue? Probably. It's almost guaranteed since I'm not an abundantly flowing river of muse. It's actually sort of fun. Gasp.