I start this off staring on a blank page
open office document, bleeding cursor passing days
without a single word
some say I'm absurd
like I string along a string of words
choosing not to cast my net
but I spend so long questioning myself
like is this even right?
then does that mean I failed
will my melodies ever live up?
will my metaphor be profound enough?
the ceiling gets higher and higher
it harder, and harder to shatter
and when I fall, I fall worse than I ever did before
evaluating the circumstances you just won't understand it.

You can see it in my eyes
a child's sparking lights up in the night
causing a search for approval
suffocated by refusal
devouring my skull
but never feeling full

Oh dear I don't want to be a burden
can you please be a little more concerned
with the over acted mind of a believer
a toxic thought

I start this off a little confused
writer's block doesn't exist
it's not a word I'm supposed to use
because it's all in my mind
a parasite I'm supposed to fined
but sometimes well most times it's so hard to define
so I pour couple drinks getting drunk on gasoline
fire pulses through my vanes
I'm sick of waiting for the day that courage overtakes my brain.

You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.

You know you love her,
When hearing her upset,
Actually hearing he cry,
Causes you physical pain
From deep inside,
And twisted true guilt,
To stop the tears,
And tell her how much,
You love her.

The ugly boy
saw the beautiful girl,
fell under her spell
and was lost in her swirl.
In whirling wind,
he fell into the sky-
but she was a storm,
and in passing, would die.
So then he would fall
and get caught in the trees,
to go back on loving
like the rats and the fleas.