Life is a huge prison,
My imagination endless as much as universe,
But you are unreachable still.

tucked safely
into bed at night
with demons

When you are hurting call upon me.
When you are Lonely here I am .
When everything seems hopeless.
Remember I not only died on the cross.
But rose again to life for you my sis or bro.
So know this if I am to give my life for you.
Then I shall also keep you protect from harm.
Both day and night , just believe and trust me.
I have you cover, just call upon me day or night.
My throne-room never closes it is always open.

It's not a hobby. Be prepared to give your life to it.
Read, read, read: The more poetry you read now,
the better your's will become.
Don't quit your day job. No one ever got rich writing poetry.
If you are seeking fame or to get laid,
there are obviously easier methods.
Ignore criticism, unless it is useful, and even then be wary.
Consider: Your feelings do not constitute the universe;
your love life may not be all that interesting.
Write every day. Don't wait for the Muse.
She is a fickle ***** prone to take random vacations.
Forget originality. It will paralyze you.
Write like a ******. That's what poets are.
Look forward to embarrassing yourself.
Say it in the fewest, best words.
Nothing is easy. Be prepared to burn for it.
Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.

~mce