Inspiration is a tricky mistress
one day she's laying down letting you having your way
the next she's up and whipping your chest
with a cat of nine tails
beating you into submission with little room for thoughts of poetry or tales.
So if you'll excuse my lack of writing dears I have a headache that could down Odin or Thor in one blow I have a headache THIS BIG and I can barely think straight so this won't sound as great as I may or may not intend dear friends
so inspiration hasn't struck
More accurately it's been beating my brains in all week
So I've.been gone for a little while hopefully I can create something unique

The mad allure
the bite, the cure
haste and taste of you
splendorous kiss
sudden slip, we drip
wet in rivulets
of sweat

Our flaming fire
swallowed by desire
a gathering storm
so calmly warm, just before
the fall, the come hither call
that pours and pours
drops of diaphanous rain

I need a jolt
just to break away from
the mental exhaustion
that I keep giving myself
a long walk in the park
to keep my brain from falling apart
I keep getting anxious
I keep getting scared that I'll never get my life together
that'll I'll be another statistic outside in all weather.
I'm stuck in a rut
between getting better and doing what I seem to do best, ******* up.
it's crazy because I know where I need to be but not how to get there

it took me this long to admit it but I'm scared.
terrified of what life may or may not do yo me
shivering in my boots at the fact that I have to face reality.
I'm frightened okay?! I admit it I don't know what more I can do...
because more than anything, I just want to be myself without losing you...

On the outside
I'm as calm as the wind
On the inside
I'm completely losing my ****
I can't think straight
My anxiety is starting **** me
Slowly
I try to focus on anything
That requires my full attention
Such as work
But that doesn't work
The grip I once had on my sanity
Is slowly starting to slip
I'm scared
I can feel my mind slipping
Into the dark abyss
On the outside
I appear to be fine
On inside
I'm fighting a losing battle
And slowly losing my mind

I avoid you so superbly,
My thoughts fly by before I get a chance to try,
And write them down,
Scribble notes on back of receipts,
With four dollars left for a bottle of pop,
The air conditioner turns on,
And my soul jumps,
Maybe flys,
So far out,
I lost it,
I don't know what I love,
I thought it was you,
Sweet sweet words,
That were my own,
Created a Cacoon,
But now I run,
I don't stop to pace,
Back and forth,
Hello Poetry.

Have you felt loathing
     in those green eyes;
Despised by idle talk
     of a loose,
     spiteful tongue;
Perhaps detested
     because of your flesh;
Or exercated, yes,
     be denounced,
     be named,
     face a near-****** future
     of lonliness?
And then,
You were hated,
But only because
Once,
You were loved.

She displays
her insecurity.....Her inability
With pride
Selling them In exchange
For attention and affection
That she wears
As a jewel With vanity

Little did she know
That she just need to love
And let go....
With no strings attached
For love to return
In its true form
To heal her wounds