Remember the beauty
Of silence.

Remember when
Monotonous blab
Wasn’t used as a substitute
For art.

Remember when I could trust
The words of others.

How the heck
Am I supposed to say everything
That’s in my head
When there are only 171,476
Words in the English dictionary
That are still used?
How am I supposed to say
What I need to
If there are not enough words
To express it?

Sometimes I feel
Like artists got it easy.

Help me
Because the world
Is turning grey.
The color
Once so vibrant
is seeping out
And leaking into our graves.
Love is fading
And hope is too.
Feelings are being buried
So far beneath the surface.
Beauty is pain
And pain is beauty.
Even if it hurts
I don’t want all my pain
To be gone.
I want my emotion,
Even if it kills me.

Do you know
Where the wishes go
When the wishes are wished away?

Do you know
Where the hope goes
When sadness and pain
Drives it away?

Do you know
Where the knowledge goes
When people don’t want to hear it?

They go to the minds of the poets
So we might return it back
To the very people
Who banished it to the dark waters
Of hurt.

Scars are hidden behind this smile
Evil is hidden behind the good
But I shall not be vanquished
By my own darkness.
I shall not let it take over.
It shall not take over,
Yet I steadfastly believe
That the light should not mingle
With the likes of me.
Yet I steadfastly believe
That I do not deserve the light.
What a conundrum
I have found myself in.

Vague as it seems
My whimsical means
Of writing seems
To be working for me.

I’ve been down in the dumps
Been up in the sky
I’ve written about being stumped
And I’ve written of lies.

I’ve written of rhymes
And I’ve written of soul
Thank goodness my ideas aren’t drawn from a pool
I would’ve been dry by then!