It’s

                             Never

                              Okay

                                To

                           ­    Treat

                              People

                                Like

                         ­      They

                                Are

                           Disposable

it's better for my poems
if you leave.

Inspiration is a mystical creature.
Legend says it has the power to intertwine thoughts.
One after the other.
Magic that makes the words turn into choirs of souls with a common song.
As it takes over ones body and controls every feeling.

It comes when it wants and leaves when it must.
Sneaks into your head.
Invades your thoughts.
Arrives when you least expect it.
In the shower.
While washing the dishes.
Right before going to bed.
Yet is found absent when you need it the most.

Uncontrollable being.
Unpredictable at best.
Always leaving things unfinished.
Never giving me a rest.

Inspiration is a mystical creature.
Yet to be captured.
So if it visits you.
Hold it tight.
Make the best of it.
Before its magic starts slipping away.

Home, home, in my muddy mind,
Where sometimes it is hard to find,
A sensible thought, you will ask "why not?"
Because that is where I go to unwind.

Home, home, in my head,
Travel there each night in bed
To my dreamland, it is so grand,
To spend my time where I'm led.

Home, home, behind these eyes,
You will find quite the surprise,
A world unseen, belonging to me,
It is such a prize.

Home, home, is the place,
Where life isn't a race,
Find inspiration, in imagination,
Surrounded by beauty and grace.

I fell in love with you
My ocean blue
Silent and deep
I will forever weep
For your heart I cannot keep