Sep 2015
I don’t know why I stopped to express myself and Write it feels like I've been in an accident, forgetting how to use a fork and knife.
Got to ask the waiter for a spoon looks like ill be having soup tonight, I hit a brick wall the night I felt my Poem Book shut its self up tight.
I got chills in my bones My Pen had forgotten how to write, these withdrawals of my thoughts seem to want to run away and hide.
They've given up this fight my sanity come alive with this pen when I write; every word is Crushed into pieces each one searching for a fight.
It felt like been in an old house Scared and Haunted as I write My Pen picked me up and took all this pain out of my life.
It taught me how to think and stop my thoughts from twisting me deep inside, my eyes would always light up and wonder at about what I write.
The Ink is my best friend on every line that has never tested me, every word has a meaning and My Pen shows me what I'm feeling.
Jidos Reality 5.12.12
Got to ask the waiter for a spoon looks like ill be having soup tonight, I hit a brick wall the night I felt my Poem Book shut its self up tight.
I got chills in my bones My Pen had forgotten how to write, these withdrawals of my thoughts seem to want to run away and hide.
They've given up this fight my sanity come alive with this pen when I write; every word is Crushed into pieces each one searching for a fight.
It felt like been in an old house Scared and Haunted as I write My Pen picked me up and took all this pain out of my life.
It taught me how to think and stop my thoughts from twisting me deep inside, my eyes would always light up and wonder at about what I write.
The Ink is my best friend on every line that has never tested me, every word has a meaning and My Pen shows me what I'm feeling.
Jidos Reality 5.12.12
