Are there any writers out there who can relate to this? Right now my #life is going pretty well. Granted my boyfriend just left for the army, but I’m not in a depressed or sad place in my #life right now. When I did all my best writing I was depressed, but now that I’ve gotten out of my #depression for the past year I haven’t been able to write anything. Does anyone have any tips to get out if this kind of writers block?

Summer On The Coast And our song came on. The song that isn't yours but mine That revels in what I was and how I became you. And how we became us. On this nostalgic night And this nostalgic day when your kiss was a sin and his hadn't materialized yet into what would become us. And hot nights with cold wind when we were 16&17 and the world could last forever. There were no rules and there was nothing but discovery and we learned to love through each other and also learned to love each other while learning that we were already us. And that song played on and became my anthem for us. My anthem for FUCK him and FUCK them and FUCK fear and FUCK anything but cold hot nights with no rules. Cold hot nights with uncertainty but safety and comfort and the freedom of running away with the knowledge that you were already home. This is our song. My song. For us.

My boyfriend and I are pretty open about everything. We pretty much know that even if we say something that may upset the other we will work it out easily. So I showed him a picture of a girl I went to middle school with who, in my opinion, is one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. At first we both were playfully gawking at her beauty and perfection. But then I started actually feeling insecure, and maybe he could tell, or maybe he really just meant it, but he put my phone down, grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. He smiled the cutest smile and just kissed me. I looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl. But I swear he thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in the world c:

Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist. Should I give myself in? Your supple voice so lemon kissed But I'm more into sin. A deadly dam breaks down my throat The flames of sweet desire They buckle down my hidden coat That Satan did conspire Your emptiness that fills my soul But I don't have a choice That sharpened pains can make me whole Is all that I can voice Unleash your knives and bottles. Those I can fight with stealth But as long as I'm a model I cannot fight myself. Three deadly sins surround me, As if ready to pounce. They play your sullen lullaby And His Holy word denounce My fingers gripping for dear #life My hands all rough with sin I bow my head and send my soul. To darkness I give in.

A free verse I wrote a while back. I also adapted it into a #poem. Critique is encouraged ^.^ ____________________ I run your sharp kiss across my wrist. Should I give in? You call to me. Beckoning cries of angst. But I'm stronger than you. My headphones blare with the song of all these false deities and their taunting. Constantly prodding me to do it. No one will know. No one will care. But I'm strong... I'm supposed to be strong. Darkness immerses my weary soul and fades Your light to a dull flicker. I blindly walk further. I can no longer see your love. In the dark I'm faced with the blazing torch of fire. She threatens to drown me in your flames. Should I give in? Though I ache for your crippling burn, your vomit inducing burn, I venture further into the dark. Finally I reach the end of the path and here lies my most destructive sin. A reflective glass shines, allowing what was before it visibility. Behold my broken self image. Unleash your knives and your bottles. I can fight those. But I cannot fight myself. My three deadly sins surround me, ready to pounce. I give in.