I've been waiting for this feeling to flow out of my fingertips
onto the tattered page.
My pen mocks me while it scribbles Words.
Just words.
*******.
Stop
Back
Again
My poetry is faded.
My brain's mind won't tell my body what it wants.
Pills
Alcohol
Regrets.
The world is always questioning.
Everyone shouts to me:
Everyone feels the way you do!
******* talk about it!
You don't know what I mean
What I want
you have no idea
you can't diagnose me
You don't know what my words even mean
They're foreign to you
So i hold my tongue
Bite at my lips.
Taste the blood
Eyes down
Okay.
Tell me who I am.
I can take it for a minute
Then go away
Let me be what you made me.
Selfish
Entitled
Superior
I'll sit in my makeshift castle
the master of my death.

You were my sky
I always looked up to you

You were my sky
You would turn gray when sad
And black when angry

You were my sky
I would catch your tears

You were my sky
You would shine darkest in the night

You were my sky
But you weren't my universe

When the tides crash and the waves retreat,
Doesn't the salty breeze make you feel poetic?
When the lightning clashes with its own kind and the thunder chases it,
Don't the sparks make you feel poetic?
When the wind blows and the leaves dance in the air,
Doesn't the autumn season make you feel poetic?
When the clouds disperse and the stars appear,
Doesn't the galaxies make you feel poetic?
When the rain falls and the mist forms on your skin,
Doesn't the nitrate smell make you feel poetic?
Because when i look at you,
and you look back at me
in the same way,
I know i feel poetic

I followed the shadows of the past,
I followed the silent screams,
I followed the murmur of malice,
I followed the tickle of peace,
I followed a familiar scent,
I followed the farewell nite bade,
I followed the promising kiss of dawn,
I followed the gentle caress of the bygone,
I followed a fading memoir,
I followed a vicious meander,
I followed the imprints hope left,
I followed the haunt of the undead,
I followed an illusion back to me.....