I can never get away from it
though it grates on my nerves a bit,
feels like the pen is glued to my palm.

'Keep calm and carry on writing,
are you having me on?
the rhymes have a mind of their own
and I just tag on along.

I don't write
I produce,
I am a victim of
poetic abuse.

Never ever get away
I can't get free from
the verses in me.

Life sentence.

I sit
Silent
Still
One with inertia

Wind and rain swirl
Beyond the window

On the table
A candle flame
Sways gently

Eyes return
Waiting
As I sit
And Listen
For the answer

It’s time to decide
To break the news
Of one big change
For eternity

Is it possible?  
That I can free myself?
Decide and stick with it?

It’s tough
And yet
Procrastination is tougher

Years go by
In waiting

It might work out
Better
After all

Any great aspiration,
Requires perspiration,

In order to be establised.

Isn't amazing how our demons portray art
How something so terrible can make it appear as if everything's okay
Our souls as its canvas, painting vibrant colors
Overlaying the dullness beneath these hues
It also sculpts smiles with puffed up cheeks, but not from crying
Sadness contained, soon to erupt
Theater also comes into play
As we act as if nothing is eating us up from the inside
Maybe our demons aren't so bad, they're just really artistic

i savor the feeling of intoxication
as it never fails in comparison to anesthesia
for a moment i didn't mind feeling pain
it didn't hurt thinking about your perfection
and how i was never worthy of it

Life is a battlefield
Win or lose? Take it or leave it?
or just go in between?
Uncertain as when will it rain or shine

Be a soldier,
ready to fight and risk everything
from beginning until the end
love and honor still fulfill

Be a nurse,
ready to heal the wounded ones
ready to care for everyone
love is the greatest

Be an opponent,
ready to threaten,
ready to attack
great determination is needed

I may not be a soldier
Not ready to fight 'til the end
Not at all times you'll win
Be brave enough to accept defeat

I may not be a nurse
Cause even for myself,
I cannot heal all the wounds
Scars remind me of sorrows
I wish to forget

I may not be an opponent
Cause even for myself,
I cannot go beyond my limits
Still stuck with fears and doubts

I may not be anyone
Searching my worth and purpose
In a place of the unknown
For myself, I am different.

with a deep breath i lay down
in defeat, accepting my fate
these days it seems that nobody
really gives a **** about me
i've become something of an
afterthought, forgotten until it's
convenient for someone to talk
to me

it hurts a little in the way of rejection
although i know i shouldn't let it get
to me

it hurts