” Writer’s Block… “

” Writer’s Block… “

by Brian Bhengu on Wednesday, September 1, 2010 at 8:36pm

* The mental state of an individual obstructing his/her ability to express that which they wish, in literary form…

- I started the other day with a conjunction, but it seemed all that lacked was that which I wished to join – You and I…

I started the other day, but remain at the beginning, for I saw no middle or end to this fairytale of ours

Ever since you became the Noun of my desires; I lack the Adjectives to pen this entire…

Sentence
I mean… Well- I know not what it is I mean for I have not the synopsis nor the prelude to this story upon which our lives are to be a part of…

You took away what I thought was my inspiration; unwittingly giving me ‘inspiration’s’ true meaning.

You became my ‘Em0tionary’, helping me fathom the reason and the meaning behind my heart’s ever-increasing pulse
I started the other day, to long for that which had been my medicine through sad times (pen & paper) – but later realised, now, with you as the subject of my Autobiography, it has become a luxury and not a need

I started the day; to comprehend life’s Literal purpose- to decipher that which is figurative in the minds of others
For the meaning of Love still perplexes those who derived this word from some ancient language…

I started the other day, to believe in what I had previously thought to be Science-fiction (pheromones really do exist)

I started the other day, to learn Braille for I thought my sight was failing me, when all I could see, even in your absence- were your beautiful eyes

I started the other day, to learn Sign Language for I thought my hearing too had begun to fail me, when all we did was whisper ‘sweet nothings’

It pains and frustrates me not to be able to recite to you a monologue, for I have none sweet or desirable enough to be heard by this Angel of mine, one that is written from my own left-hand-fingertips…

For that is the only time a rhythm may be struck in the chords of ones heart- when the notes it hears are attained from the heart of another

So, decisively I sat at my desk with my new ‘luxuries’ in hand- before I used them though, it became apparent that one more Tool was necessary, if I were to regain my Literary Thrown-

An Eraser, to wipe the slate clean so I can forge new ideals and relations, To Erase the fallacies of the life Id lived before ‘US’-

The reason why my Predicate never suited its Subject was due to my own inability to create the space necessary How can you learn anything if your cup is already full to the brim with unnecessary knowledge

I sat the other day and finally pieced the time-line, with the realisation that this was the beginning of the rest of my life.. .. A life that began with an ‘I Do’
For that which I sought to scribble down were my vows to thee- my dearest

My solemn pledge to be your pair of Brackets each time you feel forgotten, your Comma when you just want to slow down; for you are the Hyphen that brings our hearts together…

To share this Dash between our birth and mortality…