Where Is My Flow?

I’ve lost my flow! I get ready to write something but my mind goes blank. Don’t know what happened to me, maybe I’ve lost my touch. I remember when words flowed wreaking havoc as if my minds levee’s just broke. The ink flooded on to the paper drowning my sorrows with each desperate stroke. Thoughts race through my mind a hundred miles an hour but when I get ready to write them down everything comes to a complete stop. I feel like my words teamed up with my thoughts and master minded a plan to drive me insane. I’m reading other peoples stuff and listening to music that helps me with inspiration but it feels like inspiration got inspired to not inspire my ass, if that makes any sense. I’m in a new place now, a place where my comfort and peace of mind didn’t follow. A place were new friends like regret and depression help with the daily wallows. I’ve been so busy dealing with all the situations life has dealt me that I have trouble finding the creative flow that burned in me like a wild fire.

So in an attempt to get my flow back this is one of many pieces I wrote:

Could be love

She calls to me at night in deep sleep ring tones

She lurks in my presence from juvenile days till I’m grown

I spend precious time longing for her touch

In her fist my heart she’s clutched.

If she was the moon I’d be the oceans reflecting her light

If yearning her is wrong I guess I will never be right

If she is my tree I’m her leaves and together we both sway in romantic breezes

Without a second thought with my heart she can do as she pleases

If she is my voice I’d be her perfect love song

Every day, minute, and second of the day for her I long

I don’t need any other because to her I belong

If she is salvation then I guess I’m saved

I can’t explain the way she makes me behave

Turtle doves and white picket fences

She’s got a love peace treaty allowing me to let down my defenses

With my eyes closed I swim in her heart’s ocean

Punch drunk with infatuation in her love potion

To tell her all these things one day I will be brave enough

Just as soon as I stop actin all fly and cool n stuff

Till that day this fire for her will still burn

I just hope this isn’t another heart break lesson I’m about to learn.

~Johnny~