"Youthful minds sometimes give way beneath the weight of correction excessively severe, become despondent and grieve and in the end... in their fear of blundering everywhere, attempt nothing."

                                                      -  Marcus Fabius Quintillian in the year 91 A.D.

Transfixed or

Fixed in a trance,

I can’t write. 

Really write. 

Scared to submerge

Won’t dare to delve. 

Shallow,

A shell

Shakespeare had opium. 

Perhaps, I need my own 

elixir to elicit 

at least 

an emotion-free fiction.

My words are stilted
muse-wilted;
I can’t address
what is so shallowly repressed,
won't even dip my toes in

I can’t turn a phrase,

For I’ll enter a maze

of the realities 

I have chosen

Trapped in trepidation,

an android

Pen-paralysis 

of a paranoid

A Compilation of Six-Word Memoirs Random Thoughts

Imploring Oprah to pay Sallie Mae

He's still easy on the eyes.

New Orleans seizes bar, sorry dad.

I deserve to go straight where?

Celie's first love was Shug Avery.

Among friends, 'new wives' are hideous.

Eddie Money:You can't go back.

Eddie Vedder: Tattooed all I see.

Eddie Murphy: Ogres are like onions.

Alright... Enough with the Eddies already.

Digit@l D@ze: Connected @ll d@y tod@y

...only one who knows your heart...

There's my collection of engagement rings.

Lugubrious landscape behind door number 2

Dancing helps me to transcend surburbia.

I'm a sucker for a simile.

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Pataphysics: the science of imaginary solutions

Still don't have the words...