The flames they rise up inside of me an inferno of words, all screaming fighting to be the first to break my outer shell to be the first to break me to make me let one slip, to form a *****, running down my face inviting people to pull it open. and as curiosity consumes most, that one inferno risen word will be the end of me
The world's gone mad but my mind is made up Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind A place where I'm referee of a poetic world cup This where I am creative even though I'm blind Don't get me wrong I am not leaving from town No more radio orTV saturated with very sad news I have got enough breaking news of my very own Breaking to me each and every moment as it brews Come and meet the hard drive of my creative doom That contains my beautiful and liberated mind Welcome to my one bright side I call my darkroom This where I feign affection to know who is kind .
You have to know that I always act blind but I see In my mind I can walk stack ***** and levitate My mind is where I remain totally black and free Come join me set my poetic dial and help me activate The code that will outshine any power on this earth My mind is where I live and where nobody has access Here I can run a poetic marathon without taking breath Call it my playground and intellectual fortress .
My mind is deep, a place of absolute calm and refuge Somewhere I will always see as the final frontier It is dangerous and toxic like a nuclear centrifuge In there I am all alert and vigilant like a soldier My mind is a darkroom where I give birth to new ideas A vessel and place in which I gather loose letters It is my holy land of thoughts, my own creative judea Where each idea is sacred and light as bird feathers .
Welcome to the epicenter of my creative mind This is where I turn loose letters into spoken words A front line of creativity where no one leaves behind Come and see where all words becomes useful swords . My mind produce powerful words like some light beams Courageous and powerful words for extra motivation Spoken Words that will light up people's faded dreams Now you know that up in my mind are no limitation There exists an enormous capacity of time and space Welcome one, welcome all to the darkroom of my mind Take a seat and be calm, be quiet this is my place For this here is my personal creative post of command .
I started drinking coffee, not because I enjoyed the taste, or even the burst of energy it gave me late at night, but simply because you loved it. Always seen with that coffee stained smile.
I hated it though. I had hated its bitter taste that no amount of sugar or cream could sweeten. I had hated the way it scorched my mouth and throat as I slowly gulped down the warm liquid. But I drank it. Every morning and night, tricking my mind into thinking I liked it. You soon moved on from my try-to-hard self, and left me all alone, with a coffee stained frown.
I threw the mug on the ground, shattering it in a million pieces. I threw out that coffee *** and those silly little brown beans. I accepted the fact that I hated coffee, it was for the better though. I was much more a tea person.
Punctured are the lungs I've used for breathing This seething ever-romantic feeling The peeling of skin that reveals the concealed And opens up the undying existence of the unseen As my own existence is also undying and unseen My mind and ego trying to convince me otherwise This is my illusion Intruding my mind and infecting it with disparity And with no clarity of what is to come I drown in fear that I will succumb