How much do you think time would cost?
Would someone buy 5 more minutes during their final breath
Or 2 more years to your partner's lifespan
Others selling their hours in hopes of being rich
A birthday girl being gifted 2 more hours
A single father selling his minutes for some dollars
Being robbed of the minutes you just bought
Saving up your silver coins to buy your mother an hour
Priceless moments will outweigh all the Earth
In the end, will we realize time's real worth?

The river flowed slowly
For it carried precious cargo
An infant in a basket

The river knew what to do
And saved the infant from its demise
Bringing it to the Pharoh's wife

The river flowed gently
All you could hear were the infant's cries

I embellish my mind with music
The expressive silence and the blend of rich voices
Rhythmic expressions and artistic use of words
                                                           ­          My mind is adorned with emotions
                     The tides of emotions crash over me and the whispers of intuition
                                                     Screams of fear and varying colors of mood
I decorate my mind with thoughts
The stream of ideas and whispers of consciousness
Small streams of reflection and flashes of insight
                                                         ­         My mind is furnished with memories
                                             The fragments of memories and echoes of the past
                  Brushstrokes of details in each memory and the maze of perception
I decorate my mind with poems
The quilt block of words and dance of language
Mosaic of themes and rhymic heartbeats

I am an Artist
I am a Poet
Without a Muse
My work lacks its purpose

I need a Muse
A purpose to keep create
A reason to keep making

The words I turn into sentences
Are dull and bare

I think I'm an Artist
I think I'm a Poet
But without a Muse
I work without purpose

It took me a while to get used
To the numbers on the scale
To only go up

you stand in front of your class
the words at your throat freeze
you're a deer in headlights, frozen
pairs of eyes staring
all eyes are on you
you feel the imaginary spotlight shining in your eyes
you're a painting in an art gallery
they arent talking to other people
they arent doing their homework
they're looking at you and only you
so don't **** up