My muse taunts me,
One second they'll be there,
Guiding me, I swear.
But then without even uttering farewell,
They leave me there alone in my uninspiring cell.

Sometimes they leave me for so long
I begin to forget they're there,
So I try it all out on my own.
It works I guess,
The puzzle fits,
But its just there's something wrong.

I know now that they're there,
I felt it, I felt it I swear.
But I don't know who they are,
And I don't know where they are.
But I know,
I know they're there.

I just have to wait for them to open the cell door.

I'm still young,
I know I have time,
I'm probably not even a quarter into my life.
Yet I feel like time is running out.
I want to grow up,
But not because I wish to throw out my childhood,
To leave the safety of my nest,
To jump into the open world.
Truth be told I'm scared.

But for some reason I wish to age.
To have a job,
To live by myself,
To try independence-

I want to fall in love,
I want something more,
More than ***** high school romance.
I want life.
I want to live.

And although now I feel empty,
Hollow,
Lonely,
I know I won't be one day.
Or at least I hope I won't be.

I don't think you really like poetry.

Actually,
I don't think you'd like my poetry,

Because even though you wouldn't be able to tell,

My poetry is almost all about you.

The ocean is vast and wide
Seemingly unending,
Like the metaphors that it can be used for.

When I'm lost,
When I feel that everything is overwhelming me,
When inspiration has left and you're all I have,
When all that exists is the place between tears and land,
When I feel hopeless,
When my mind no longer wishes to be dry,
I can turn to my dear ocean.

Although far away I know you're there,
And I worry for you,
For your health.
I know it gets dangerous,
Oil,
Trash,
Humans.

But stay strong ocean,
Us writers wouldn't know what to do without you

White dots,
Limp limbs,
Pooled blood,
Lost heart.