This is a very hard poem.
But it's pretty easy to read.
Like I have always said before,
I tend to write very messy.

This is going to take effort,
This is a very hard poem.
I hope I can complete this task.
All I need is a little hope.

Only two more stanzas to go.
I feel the end getting closer.
This is a very hard poem.
But my words are getting looser.

This is all I really needed.
Patience with a touch of spirit.
This didn't take long to write but,
This is a very hard poem.

It hurts like a butter knife,
carving into my soul, my being.
It aches as though all of the worlds pain-
is on my shoulders.
It stings as though toxic waste-
has been poured into mine eyes.
It shivers as though little spider-
crawls up my spine.
It chokes me,
No need for the Heimlich maneuver.
It serenades me,
With a song of agony.
It whispers to my ears,
only words of spite.
Creativity is a must,
If you tend to dance in the dust.

And here.
I have nothing to say.
Words of advice?
Or only play?
Listen to your heart.
Hear the beat.
Feel the rhythm.
No taking a seat.
A round of applause.
For your little show.
You are nothing,
Like you said so.
I have faith.
But very little.
I have given up.
Only as much as I was able.
You are absent.
Can't you hear?
It's so loud.
And so very clear.
WAKE UP, I SAY.
You little philistine.
Show yourself.
Cut the morphine!
Snap to reality.
You over-sized coward!
Sway what your mother gave you.
Before you get martyred.
Not by me.
But by your own self.
You have to help me.
Because I can't help you by myself.

Life is like a button up shirt.
Sometimes it can get off track,
But although it may take time, it can be fixed.
Sometimes you can miss a button entirely.
But even I can figure that one.
Sometimes you can lose a button.
But with a tiny needle and thread, no sweat.
Sometimes you may not be able to find your button,
But I'm sure someones got an extra laying around.
I know I do.
So hey, I'm here for you. :)

THis is the best time to do it..
under the influence...
I shall do nothing but sit
if only if only
you were frreee.
i would have you for my own
even if you loved me
hold me tight
and hold me well
you do it better,
than anyone else will.
this here is nothing but words
words of wisdom
and of truth
and of my kingdom
dont say anthing for this is it
my one and only jibberish
i have come and i have gone
maybe i shouldnt have
**** happens.
i miss my other half
i am i **** and not at all
you see me sleeping in the hall
you say nothing to me
but soon hopefully you will see.
i write words
all day.
i say words
and i play
you can kiss me on the cheek
but im miserable
and beat.
crazy incentive and
ambidextrous lesson
create a passion for you and me
i will love you
you hold my key
this is nothing and everything in a scrambled lullaby of missing emotions.
i need you and some of me
in this sweet melody

I am naked.
Not of clothes-
But of clout.
I am a tangled mess-
Of imperfection and doubt.
I am naked.
Not of creativity-
But of a constant.
I have thoughts,
Of mystery and enchantment.
I am naked.
Not of promiscuity.
But of courage.
I have fears,
Of passion and image.
I am naked.
Not of faith.
But of reason.
I have questions,
Of love and religion.
I am naked.

And I may or may not have been joking about the cloths part.

I know there are people dying to be in my shoes.
But I find them quite hard to walk in.
These heels ain't no cruise.

People fall in front of me hoping to be caught.
But then they find out I'm not strong enough.
And I am not who they thought.

Although I do not want to be rude.
I feel there may be no other way to get the point across.
So I am afraid I might have to be  a little lewd.

I am in a phase where I am looking for an accomplice.
Like a friend, not a lover.
And you can't accomplish this.

So stop wasting your time for good riddance.
I am not as cool as you think I am.
And for once...I need some silence.