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My pen doesn't write. I see the ink, but it is empty - hysterical emptiness... My thoughts won't come out! I am stuck in ink. The thoughts swirl, begging to be released, threatning exothermic explosions but trapped - not enough energy. The process stops, uncontrolled - energy alert!!! But how do I get enough energy to release the rainbows in my head - floating, flying, crying in my head...? Maybe flying colors can't be written with a colorless pen... boredom's cruel victory comes close - very close... how do I stop it? grey colorless black eats me - I run and scream: The pen is dead! What will I do?! the pressure is high... My head is full, but my pen is empty! no hope will ever relieve my pain - this neverending headache that keeps me awake forever... What should I do - what can I do? Stop asking those questions! This rythm in my head is driving me crazy - insane Well if the pen is useless... HOW 'BOUT USING A CRAYON? |
by Sonja Pieper &
Alessia Costantini
A two-minded poem
invented by Alessia and Sonja
copyright 1994