My finger army

Angelo sat at his desk. His fingers poised liked so many little soldiers ready to strike down the enemy that was his writers block. But every time they went to type, fear would over come them and Angelo would sigh with frustration sweeping them through his unruly chestnut mane. Making the tiny soldiers run drills through his hair. Then they would mournfully return to their post. Warily staring down the enemy once again.

I'll Show You

There was a time
once
lyrically speaking
when all that mattered
was the spin

There was a day
once
simply speaking
when all that mattered
was the fantasy

There will never
be
a day
not a single day
when you can take
my fantasies
and spin
them into lies

But I will paint you
a world
of broken dreams
and faded things
of hopes
lost
and forgotten

Then I'll show you
reality
and hold onto the glory
of that pain
in your eyes
that pain
that takes away
hopes
dreams
and pretty little desires.