When the poetry flows it's beautiful.
          Unique. Timeless. Inspiring.
But when it's forced it chokes.
          Dull. Gray. Boring.
The key to your poetry is the love you give your work.
Because with the love you give you get it in return.
The words will flow and hearts will turn.
If you will only your lesson learn.

New life new lines
New rhythm new times
Comfort is gone
Regularity a past song
Daily change
It's really strange..
I miss my childhood..

You say you're proud you're clean today
Yet you go back to your old ways
I look at you and see it's a reflection
Of my selfish days and
I realize it's me who's changed
There's two of us inside my head
Fighting for the chance to live
A wolf inside of my own brain
No wonder it's so difficult
This war within my mind I wage
No wonder I can't even think
Straight when the two halves of my heart Decide to break apart and
All I'm left with is the broken parts
Lying on the asphalt
Freeway crashes in my head
Locomotives in my brain
Is it my thoughts or is it a migraine
It's all the same
I'm on a train
Going no specific place
Failing
Derailing
I desperately want it to be a dream
Maybe if I stop thinking
It will all just go away
Drown my thoughts with mindless
Music so I lose track of the pain
Understand
My motives aren't insane
They're just a little out of place
I look at my reflection
I can't even recognize the face
Time to make amends
Attempt to fix the broken things
Shattered pieces vaguely
Remind me of all the times my wings
Failed me
I need somebody to save
We can get a little crazed
When we don't know when to stop
And I will crack open Pandora's box
And let the contents out
Right about the hour that I find the clock
has lost it's power
Sour consciousness distracts me from the task that is at hand
Focus on the destination
And enjoy the journey
It will never go as planned
But we can plan to make it worth it

[ARH]

Maybe I try too hard rhyme..
             But that's my style.
Who are you to judge my flow
             Poetry is how I breathe.
If you don't like it you can leave.
But if you do, then you can stay.
And I will read it to you as you sleep
And pray that God your soul will keep
For staying for me.
You're what I need.
Thank you

I'm losing my flow.
I'm losing my rhyme.
I'm losing my voice.
I'm losing my time.

There are readers and writers.
There are lovers and fighters.
There are dreamers and hopers.
There are fighters and copers.
What am I?
A bit of each.
Leaves me feeling like a bit of a leach.
I need some saving tonight.
Or I might just be none

Humility they told me.
That's what this shows.
You're much more humble.
Than you'd ever know.
It shows a lot of faith.
I promise you that.
You're getting there kid.
You're on the right path.

Yet I don't feel humble.. I feel lost and afraid..