Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't

You have an idea.
It pops into your mind
like an unannounced prince;
sudden and wild, but welcome.

The idea is used,
your head leaks code
onto the glowing screen.
Now the turning mind
grows weary.

Your mind's fatigue kills,
and you are so close to done...
but secretly,
you know it's a lie.

Debugging awaits your arrival.

I played with words
much like I fed the birds

    one morsel here
          another there

then suddenly became aware

they pulled together
     and made sense

have been a player ever since

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

a man and i need you
my soul is still a boy
my body has a huge c...
and i give you this toy

Sheer luck
Is what it takes
To not know about the demons in the world.
Both your inner demons
And the demons around you
Are always on the hunt.
The only way to avoid the demons,
Is to be fierce and soar above them.
To escape them,
Channel your inner dragon
So you can soar
And follow your dreams.
Never let the demons drag you down.