I get frustrated when people make assumptions about poets
They're sad
They're mad
They're all the same
Arn't we all poets? In one way or another?
Or couldn't we be?
Poetry is everywhere, in everything.
They're not "just words" and I don't think poets are one specific select group of people.
Everyone could be a poet, in one way or another.
Some just use different mediums: a poet of paint on canvas arranging it in a certain way to invoke a certain feeling of sorts.
A poet of body movement set to music.
A poet in there head thinking up combinations of words but deciding there best left unsaid, undocumented.
There can't truely be a poet stereotype... Because we're all poets... Or could be..In one way or another.

I'm afraid I'm falling like I've fallen before,
I'm afraid of the dark hole that awaits me
if I let myself fall anymore,
But I can't seem to stop slipping.
I'm doing what I can,
I'm really trying here,
But everything I'm trying to grab ahold of,
Seems to up and disappear

In the end
when the rain clouds have cleared
and the wind no longer blows
through good and bad
I'll be there

when things get hard and you're drifting
I'll grab you by the hand and guide you back to me
when you start to lose your balance and it seems like you might fall
I'll steady you and assure you everything's alright

I'll be there
through good and bad
when the rain clouds have cleared
and the wind no longer blows
in the end i'll still be holding your hand

when the mountains keep climbing higher and nothing's getting any easier
when you feel like you can't take another step
I'll be the shoulder you can lean on
we’ll climb this mountain together
you don't have to do this on your own

because what's the point in loving if i'm going to leave at the first sign of trouble
when your world has become a tornado threatening to be your undoing
and you don't know where to go
I'll do my best to be your anchor until you can find your way into the eye of the storm

In the end
when the rain clouds have cleared
and the wind no longer blows
through good and bad
I'll be there

I have no fear of this
I won't walk away
when all signs are pointing to a terrible ending
I'll take my pen and rewrite the story

When the sun shows itself once again
I'll be there holding your hand
through good and bad
I'm not going anywhere

Your anchor
your gravity
a shoulder to lean on
someone to rewrite this ending
I'll do what I can to be what you need

I'll be there
through good and bad
when the rain clouds have cleared
and the wind no longer blows
in the end
I'll still be holding your hand

Pride, lust, gluttony, anger, greed, two three one, three five two
They go hand in hand, all alone shadows dance, dark figures
Three two one, now I've got them trapped
A small box, shut tight, holding them within
Three one two, let me be, an..
..unwanted memory left broken, missing pieces, unfinished
Four one five, let me be, I no longer want to be a part of this torn painting