Some days I cannot write,
My words do not rhyme,
No words in my mind,
And it is scary,
For I want someone to read my story,
I want to express my deepest emotions,
I can write freely,
Writing is all I have left,
It is my heart,
My soul,
On me it takes a toll,
But who cares,
I just want to write my story,
Atleast something,
That keeps me happy.

Poetry
The brilliance of the mind,
To craft words,
Delve deeper into the heart to find,
Raw emotions,
While writing I am blind,
To every other motion,
It's just me,
And my heart,
In its own way an art,
There is no stop or start,
There is just sadness,
Happiness,
And another life altogether,
Hidden from the world's,
Critic and evil,
Hidden from reality,
A unique story,
A story everyone shares,
A story everyone bears,
For better or worse,
This is a poets gift,
Or curse.

Walking in the rain,
Cool drops drip down my face,
The pleasant sound washes away the pain,
Dancing of water in many place,
The enchanting smell of rain,
Walking at a slow pace,
The cool wind against my face,
My soul it embrace,
And disappear without a trace.

Human life,
A complex journey,
Many emotional ties,
One prime story,
As time flies,
Some celebrated glories,
And many desperate cries,
Many broken ties,
Many spoken lies,
New milestones,
New Life goals,
A living poetry,
An enchanting story,
Lost memories,
The joy,
The ploy,
The struggles and ease,
It is god's,
Magnificent masterpiece.

I want to love you,
I want to kiss you,
I want to hold you,
I want to protect you,
But I am bound by these shackles of friendship,
When you ask what's on my mind,
I want to tell you the truth,
But all I say is,
A memory in lost in time.

I onnce saw a documentary,
a man with many voices in his head,
Everybody considers him scary,
And they tied him to a bed,
He was not evil,
Nor was his will,
He had this beautiful mind,
Craziest creativity he could find,
He was never alone,
Always someone talking,
With a different tone,
Everyone says that,
You get I be shot at life,
But this man has two,
Or maybe many,
Just because someone is different,
To an asylum they get sent,
And probably that's the end,
To their beautiful life