Face my writer's wrath
Metaphorically,
The windows will shatter
You've shot me in the heart
But I grabbed the gun
And I'm shooting right back
Metaphorically,
I always win the battle
My writer's wrath is stronger
Than your teenage arrogance
And desire to crush dreams.

Writing is just
Borrowed ideas
And slivers of insanity
Put into words
By someone else

Writing is just
One last chance
To tell them how much you love them,
Or to say goodbye
Just the right way

Writing is just
Dreams being given life
Ideas being given legs to stand on
People being given second chances

Writing is just
Kissing you goodnight
No matter where you are

Writing is just
People falling in live before they meet
And losing track of time before midnight

It's falling asleep with the lights on
And dreaming of yours dreams
It is personifying your imagination
And aspiring for you
Writing is backing out
Without giving up.
Writing is worth a lack of inspiration,
Or a perfect love letter
It is worth my hair in my face
And my heart where my head should be
Even when my dreams are splayed about, shattered
My spirit is unbroken

I don't believe in
Open dreaming or
Fairytales
I believe that
You can not escape the real world
So you shouldn't try
If I should have a child
I will tell them
"Only dream of the things yet
Unwritten"

You're just a little odd-ball,
Aren't you?
You like taking tests
And waking up early
And you don't divide things by two,
You multiply them by point five
So
In escence,
Divide things by two
You don't have to be the same
To succeed.

You see terrible things
Maybe you're a child or a teenager
You talk to a therapist
They give you "medication."
You take drugs
You forget.

You get sick somehow, and it's bad this time
You see some weird doctors with titles you can't pronounce,
Maybe you spend some time in the hospital
You see your therapist again
They make sure you're still on your "medication."
You take drugs
You forget.

You're in school again now and you're taking some sort of exploratory writing class
You always end up writing about the same character and you're not sure why
Every time you try and write something else, it turns out like **** and you throw it away
You're too afraid to show your parents or your friends, so you hide your work, and
You take drugs
You forget.

Maybe you've finished school now, maybe you haven't
Your writing class has been over for months, maybe years now
But you still remember that one character, and you pull out your notebook
Looking back, you wish you had tried harder to learn something new in that class,
Maybe tried to experiment more
You put the notebook on the shelf of books you're done with
You take drugs
You forget.

You've been having nightmares for awhile now,
Sometimes you can't sleep at all
You start to keep a log,
Suddenly, you don't want to forget but
You don't want to be sick, and you don't remember what all of these pills do so
You take drugs
You forget

You've grown up with all of these ticks and habits
It was fine when you lived with your parents, but it annoys your roommate
They say you talk in your sleep and you say you're not surprised
All of your books got shuffled around in the move and you notice your notebook from writing class
You promise yourself that you'll read it sometime soon, until then
You take drugs
You forget

You dig out that old notebook and think a lot of that character you always wrote about
They are exactly what you wanted to be, but you aren't now and that upsets you
The notebook reminds you of the log that you kept and you dig that out, too
You really don't want to forget anymore
You feel like part of your mind has been drowned in this stuff and suddenly you care about all of the blank spots in your memories
You spend all day looking at photo albums and reading about your "medications" one at a time
Your mind and body are suddenly your decision, but
You're tired
It's been a long day trying to fill in all the blanks
You take drugs
Your write yourself a note in the half an hour before you fall asleep
You forget, but not completely
Not this time.

You make me want to break the mirror
I hate the mirror I hate you
But I need you
Why the heck do you do that?
I feel
Vulnerable
In the mirror
Like when I see myself
I can be broken
Or maybe I already am

The word "Love" sounds exactly like your name
Except it has completely different letters and
Syllabuls and
Sounds
I love to write your name

I barely remember the nights when I woke up saying your name
Your name is etched in stone in my head,
And the rock has weathered smooth
I loved the way your name looked when you wrote it
I loved how it felt to write it myself
I barely remember the dreams when I saw your face in my sleep
Where I saw your name in golden letters
Because dreams fade fast,
Just like you, sometimes.

You were the first person to ever make me happy
But today you blurred all of my straight lines
And you're so sorry
And you want to be good friends
But you were the first person to understand me
And I wonder if you're going to be the last
Every time I saw you're face like butterflies
Your picture was in my art collection

And you have to go, but
You're already gone