Her words pierced my heart
Like a dagger that was sharp
Sharp like the pencil I write my poems with
I had bittersweet feelings for her
I loved her
But I hated her
I also don't know how

Her conversations
Were convincing
Causing me to confide
Uncomfortably...
I always thought that her communication skills
Were honed at birth

Her confusing conversations
Filled with words that collaborated
Words that collided
Words that clashed
Together

As she spoke
Her tongue was like a paint brush
Painting all the thoughts in my mind
As she spoke
I could not help but notice
How her lips
Created an effect
That made her pictures seem so vivid

She hated summer
I don't know why
Maybe because it made her
Cold heart warm
Or maybe because she liked
The winter cuddles

She hated summer
Because she thought
Her body wasn't fit for the season
What she didn't know was
I loved her the way she was

I realised that 2am
Is the perfect hour
To maybe shower
My pages with ink
And really think proper
Before I write
The right words
So that I don't get left behind
By my mind
Cause I think fast
But write slow
So
Basically it shows
When my wrist flows
Don't match my mood

Read too many books
Had a headache of letters
Now I'm vomiting these words...
They said I'm sick
Went to the doctor
He said it's just an overdose
On language

You would say I'm crazy
When I express myself
With letters, coming from ink
But ****
There's no mental institution for poets

I usually listen to drums
Cause' it reminds me of my heart
My heart beat
That keeps me alive...
Even though I don't duck or jive
I knew I was bound for this
At the tender age of five

I have dreams
And they are bigger than the ones
I have when I sleep
Partly motivated
By nobody but me
Underrated individual
Who is fueled by words
Please don't judge, just let me be
Me

His words spilled to the floor
And spread like a virus
His words touched more souls
Than a pastor on a Sunday service
But for some unknown reason
His words were ignored

His words evoked unknown feelings
That onky God could explain
Feelings that make the heart
Emit rainbows
But for some unknown reason
His words were ignored

His combination of letters
Created words that spoke
An exotic language
That only the subconscious mind
Could understand
But for some unknown reason
People were in denial

His words were like a key
That would unlock every soul
That was trapped
His words would bring light
To the darkest of souls
Souls that were deep down
In the arms of the devil
And yes
The devil did despise him

All those beautiful words
Coming out that complex mouth
Came from a dark and lonely mind
Which knew
All the aspects of pain

Darkness
Darkness
all I see is darkness
Now this black vision has a hold in me
Like a harness
Lost and confused
Cause' the light bulb inside my eye room
Had a fuse
Does someone have a candle or torch
That I could use
How ironic that I see no colour
But this blindness gives me the blues

Eyes with no vision
But to see
Is the vision
If I had my sight
Before God put me to the test
I'd be busy with my revision
The touch
Is the precision
To braille?
Have no decision
Even with no dictionary
My hands and ears
Give ny life definition

I'm tired of living
I wish I could hibernate
My body is wary
My mind is wary
I wish I had a turn off
Or reset button

Wll
Life is hard
Like concrete bricks
Concrete bricks which I need
To build my future
But somehow
When it's halfway
The building collapses
Try to pick them up again
Place them one by one
And then
Sit down and rethink another plan

I should let go
Of my good guy tendencies
It gets you nowhere
Maybe I should change my ways
And be a villain
Cause' that black dot
Is consuming me
Consuming my soul
Until my mind, body and spirit
Are in a black hole

BodyWhen you're happy
Everything seems easy
Sometimes I ask myself
'How come the world spins
But we don't feel dizzy?'
'How come the best pickup lines
come offas cheesy?'
Last week I asked God if we could chill
And he said he was kinda busy

I think words carry more value
Than actions
Cause' you rwally much believe
What is received by the ear
Than the eye
And I
May come off as sly
If I use words
That create that strong feeling inside

I live my life in a prison
And here's my reason:
My thoughts are trapped
Inside my mind
And I find it hard to free them
Cause' I'm scared that someone would steal
My ideas