Write a poem,
Hurry

Baby I can't.
I'm just trying to understand at this point.
Don't make me.
please.

It's more important. When you have something great you gotta go with it.
Any true artist would understand that. And I'd feel worse if you lost something great because of me

I can't Arlo. I need a cigarette. I can't write like you can.
I'm not an artist, i'm a ******* poser.

You can too,
Shut up,
You're my favorite person
And I love you.

Yeah, right now.

Fine.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

okay.

I don't want to write anymore.
I hate using my words.
I just want to point and grunt
to indicate the things I want.

I am ready to accept my fate,
I am not afraid of this path you have chosen, Lord,

I have no rights to enjoy things in this world,
I have no will to stay too long,

If tomorrow never comes to me,
If my eyes would not open in daylight,

I am ready to take my fate,
I am ready for Your time,

I am here Lord,
I surrender and give all my life back to You,

But if You had Your plan on me,
I am willing to accept that as well,

If You Lord, have planned another route for me,
I will thank you Lord for this second chance,

And I will take this opportunity to give my everything for You,
For You have trusted me all along,

I will walk away from my fears,
I will walk in Your light,

For I,

am not afraid to DIE.

The business has closed.
Your with out a job.
Yep the city is empty.
Darkness surrounds the building
Like a shadow at five o clock.
Yep your empty as well.

The end has come
Oh why did you have to close?
My hometown Reno slowly
Turning into emptyness.

I wish I could fly
Leave everything behind
Strange world where we are
Always searching to be satisfied
Emotional void is a crime
Make you feel worthless sometimes
Drag you to places
You regretted
When you wake up
I really cannot decide
If you care or not
You keep changing your vibes




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In a groggy haze, I awaken from my slumber.

Nothing but silence surrounds me while I wake.

Without much purpose I stand to take a shower.
                                            
Once in, I stand with my head pressed against the wall.

Tears rush so fast down my face they feel as though they are one with the water of the shower.
                                
For mere moments the heat and steam from the shower sooths my pain.

But in my mind I remember I can't spend forever in the shower.

Off the shower goes, and on and on so does my emptiness.

I walk to my car, pull out, and drive onward.

The radio is on and yet all I hear is silence, my mind is full of thoughts but yet nothing can fully process.

This world is full of people and yet I have to eyes to gaze into, no skin to smell, to hair to play with, no body to cuddle, no person to love.

Death

stalks the corners of my vision,

clouds my thoughts,

poor judgement,

bad decisions.



A fog sets in.

Smothering everything

I thought I loved.



...did it?

Did it win?

Did I lose?



Indecisive.

Distracted.

Overwhelmed.



I feel like giving up.

But I can't disappoint you.



You make my dark days

seem like a distant memory

and my troubles fly away

with just a look.



You fill my soul with laughter

you fill my heart with joy

and you fill my life with happiness.



Meaning.

Purpose.

Beauty.



Death may have its cold

dark, lifeless hands

tight around my neck.

But you are my shield.



Nick,

you are truly

my Lethe,

my Love,

my Life.