Shut the **** up!  You moan more than what I do.
Ever thought there's people going through more **** than you... Way more, like ten times more, then times that **** by 2. Oh, wow! Someone pushed in front of you in the supermarket at the express queue.  Oh poor you! There's a starving family in the slums that's been poor for so long,so long, longer than the amount of times you've circled the sun , but your self worth circles around you. You're in a galaxy where every star represents your ego. You and your petty first world problems make me cringe just like a rich hairy dude, over indulging while he dines on his yacht in a speedo. The point of this is that your **** is petty, just like the guy in the speedo, he looks like a yetti...mindless jibba-jabber, ask yourself does the world need this? NO!!!

I promise I promise, this is the end. I repeat myself , till my stomach feels quisy... it's dark in the tunnel, where is a friend to tell me no one said this is gonna be easy? Inspirations just a dreamer, in a cloud that covers my face... what if we could all rewind, press pause, reset, take a rocket ship in to outta space? Into a galaxy so dark, where the light is dead, but travels so far, a visual echo of a dead star whose memory won't erase. Away, away , so far away, help me get away from myself... a  promise to me to promise myself means nothing like an empty novel purposely forgotten and left on a shelf. Again and again, the same routine, is it better to be clean from being serene?  All I know is I aways promise the same, day after day , I pretend I belive there's an end to this game.

When I fall to pices, what if I didn't wanna get back up again? Lay somewhere in the middle wherever it begins and wherever it ends? Never stand again real tall,quite contempt to crawl. It doesn't matter if I'm this side or that side of the wall. If I break a smile I could do a handstand, so my mouths the right way...staying awake at night so I could sleep all day. What if I didn't want to move on? What if this is right where I belong? Listen to sad songs and do no wrong, this life's ***** it's taking too long.

I came back and again started inking, ideas and words were so hard because I was over thinking. Changing lines, erasing flows, what can I write I don't know. Getting irritated, getting tense, starting again because it's not making sense. Freeing a mind that's suffering from block ,  keep on inking and it's gonna unlock.

Has anyone seen the sun and the sea, it looks just like a scene from a movie screen. A reflection of blue and white on white somewhere in the clouds he lost his dreams. Carefully Walking on the pavement, his foot can't touch the cracks because it will mean she doesn't love him. It's a silly game... perhaps it's silly just like love? Nevermind , he likes to play this game but there's a better chance it'll rain jelly beans and those clouds could give him back his dreams.

I wish

They get so tired and weary, possibly from people, possibility days grow so old you can see it on their face. What's the point in being someone? Word after word, write after write, same lines say it's better to be no one
When life tries to groom you in to someone. Art used to imitate life but these days life tries to imitate art like a bad Hollywood remake we grow so tired. Fake smiles of Thalia, we greet each other in the streets but beneath the frown of Melpomene,fixated to our soul. I wish I had no face. No name to call my own or be called. No conscience. No desire. No lust. No anger. I wish I was nobody, my mind razor sharp,so sure feelings are gone and understanding so pure. Then I would not be tired... Then I could live my life. no fear, just will, at peace, my mind in control forevermore.

Hello to you...
To...you...hello,hello poetry.
I seek shelter in the arms of fellow writers... I travel from a far from a land of trolls and blighters who forget the gift of writing and imagination. It has become a train of insults that plods along from station to station. I seek refuse where I can just write... Write things about how I sometimes look in to the sky wondering where...wondering how? It's cold outside, my feet soaked from the puddles I walked in for miles...with these holes in my worn out shorts. So, come on...please. Why don't you  invite me in?