I feel like my words are failing me
My thoughts are simply not there
What I write is not what I want it to be
My mind has become blank and bare
I'm lost in this nothingness
Feeling empty with nothing to confess
My fire becomes less and less
These words and rhymes are more a mess
No matter how hard I try
to put down my pen
I always look back
and lift it again
I must gather myself and collaborate
Look at my words and rhymes and elaborate
Make them more in depth and intricate
Expand my heart and make it infinite
I must become the words I scribe
Using them on my demons as a bribe
To break a piece off my existence
To incorporate it into my poems with persistence
I must truly write how I actually feel
nothing obscured, it must appeal
To the minds and hearts of the readers who care
hoping to cause a spark, arc and a flare
I will open my mind and dig in the dark
And through
All the Words and Rhymes
On new journey I will embark
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
I feel like my words are failing me
My thoughts are simply not there
What I write is not what I want it to be
My mind has become blank and bare
I'm lost in this nothingness
Feeling empty with nothing to confess
My fire becomes less and less
These words and rhymes are more a mess
No matter how hard I try
to put down my pen
I always look back
and lift it again
I must gather myself and collaborate
Look at my words and rhymes and elaborate
Make them more in depth and intricate
Expand my heart and make it infinite
I must become the words I scribe
Using them on my demons as a bribe
To break a piece off my existence
To incorporate it into my poems with persistence
I must truly write how I actually feel
nothing obscured, it must appeal
To the minds and hearts of the readers who care
hoping to cause a spark, arc and a flare
I will open my mind and dig in the dark
And through
All the Words and Rhymes
On new journey I will embark
