Waiting for InspirationYou want to tryBut nothing happensYou try to writeBut nothing springs to mindYou wish it would comeBut the mind stays emptyYou know what you wantBut not where to beginAnd then words formAnd sentencesBut not want you wantAnd then it’s select allDelete.Writer’s BlockBut there’s a deadline you need to meetYou want to do itBut don’t know if you’ll make it.You’re just waitingFor the small dash ofInspirationTo appearThen the writing can write itself.But not today.
The Thief's Curse (Part 6)I thrashed in my sleep. I loved my attacker, but he did not remember me anymore. He didn’t look the same either; he was now a demon thief. The monster I’d been for my entire life. But he’d commit no crimes of my kind. His one and only mission, would be to destroy the thing that kept me alive. Our relationship.“CYR!” I woke up, screaming, waking Grell in the process.“Jess, what happened?” Grell asked, half-asleep.“C-Cyr, h-he is a demon thief! S-She made him-”“Shh…Jess, calm down…it’s just a nightmare.” My breathing slowed and I leaned on him. “I don’t want to go to sleep anymore, niisan.”“I know, darling, I know.”I didn’t know she was watching. I didn’t know she saw how scared I was. I didn’t know what she was planning, but I could feel her smiling.*A familiar face appeared in front of me, but he was not himself. “Cyr…what happened?&
Bubble WrappingMy whole life I have beenTrappedInside this bubble wrappingof mineThere is limited spaceinsideEnough for me anda friendor two.Lately though,It seems that myBubble wrappingHas been getting smallerWith only space for meAnd you.But no one else.
The Thief's Curse (Part 5)“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if I wanted to stay. Surely it is my fate to die? “Oh?” Grell looked concerned. “I mean, you don’t have to stay here. I mean, I want you to, but I’m not going to force you to.”“Who told you?” I asked him.“You did. But your eyes were absent, so…it was someone using your body, but not you. Don’t you remember?” I shook my head. “Oh. Although that would make sense, f-for you to not remember, I mean.”“Niisan, calm down.” He looked at me, puzzled.“I’m fine, Jess.” I pulled him into a hug.“What should I do; niisan?”“You could ask him, you know how.”“Do you think I should, niisan?” He nodded. I nodded back at him and disappeared.*“Jess, y-your,” He paused, unsure what to say. “Beautiful, as ever. Is there something needed, you look like something
Finding yourselfLook at meIt’s only a dreamWhat can I see?When my eyes are closedThe world is blackI open themAnd then I see you. Stare at me.You don’t have a choice.What can you see?There’s nothing here.The world is bright once more.But too bright to seeyou.You’ve disappeared. Come and find me.I’m not a dream.I want to see you.It’s just no one elsecanYour dreamIs my dreamAnd I amFound.