Don't let go of the pen.
Don't let go of the idea.
Don't let go of the spark.
Don't lose sight of the point.
Don't lose sight of the moral.
Don't lose sight of the plot.
Don't slow down.
Don't quit.
Don't take ONE hiatus.
Don't let that block weigh down your wrist.
Don't just type, WRITE and
Don't forget.
Don't ignore this.
Don't procrastinate.
Don't wait.
Don't not write.
Do it before Its too late.

I don't ask why,
Only when,
When will your kiss grace me?
When will you be mine again?
When will I be swept away in your wind?

My life is like waves,
My heart is like thunder,
My brain floats above me
It keeps me from going under.

My psyche is tired,
My soul is so old,
My body feels younger,
I've lost myself a million times,
But still I wonder...

My pen is my sword,
My stories my Knight,
I've long wrote this tale,
Before I could write.

I've been here once,
I'll be hear again,
I'll never get bored,
I'll never end.
C. Tyler

Your smile so pretty
You've hoodwinked me yet again
We're never over.

You called me an angel,
Then ripped off my wings,
Love is a beautiful, bitter,
Funny thing.
Not understanding a thing that you say,
Not hearing me cause your pride's in the way.
Fairytale, myths, and lies you string.
You snag and tug
The stitches of me,
Releasing my wrath
Depleting my pain.
I'm tired of loving and losing this game.

It's a shame,
We met failure,
Before we began.
C. Tyler

When I arrived,
You were gone,
Not a word,
I was torn,
My heart shattered,
The pieces awash,
My eyes storm.