I drink deep from the reservoirs beneath her tulips
Soft is my sweet demise,
As I follow her eyes
To the cherry blossoms,
And that babbling brooks
Reassuring me, that I'm far away home.

I smile, with sun kissed cheeks
For when the music drifts away like distance
The tenderness of words on my ears
Rewrite all of this pain into poetry

You can't grow a tree with a flower seed,
Some people are just off by being small,
Maybe sometimes the best way to lead,
Is by not leading at all.

An endless sets of chains with trying to satisfy,
Everyone you fear from and hide,
All will establish their theories to defy,
Everything that already been defied.

Enough is just a word that is enough to write,
Nothing is enough the way it should,
If you were made of gold they'll say your light hurts our sight,
You shine so much and that's noy good.

Not everyone must be planned for something big,
Some people fate with them never fit,
If i was made to dig a hole then i shall dig,
But if i wanted to stay please let me sit.

So kind of you telling me who to be,
Trying to save the last grain of your pride,
Wanting to inherit your dreams to me,
It's not my fault that your dreams died.

Great blank day
that felt like
there was no pen
to hold, no page
to write upon.

Great blank day
when I awoke
on the stiff springs,
and saw the light
slithering through
the frozen curtains.

Great blank day
I spent each
precious moment
with the one
most precious to me.

Great blank day
when, for the
first time, I ran
my fingers along
the chubby strings
of an upright bass.

Great blank day
when you got the news
your two best friends
decided they would
grow old together.

Great blank day
that fell like
sunglasses from my
outstretched hands
into the pulsing sea.

Great blank day
I arrogantly thought
was empty of enough
beauty to write
into memory.
How wrong was I.

The bloom of creativity seems to be,
Wilting in the crimson soaked fields

Violent ammunition is seldom fruitful,
But I've been betting on the yield.

Where are the words I wanted to write?
Where did they go when I needed them the most?
I want to scream, I want to crawl
All I can do is stare at the wall

And wait for the words to find me again
I'll be right here waiting,
Drowning in the corrupt, the selfish suffering
Watching the grey screen of movies buffering

The words are like a fleeting flicker
Arriving and vanishing within the same frame
Like a firefly never to be caught
A light continually sought

Still waiting, on words to express what my tongue cannot
I lay, silent and shaking, thoughts flying by
If only I could reach out and choose a few
What am I saying, this is nothing new.

Searching for words to fill this gaping void,
Try as I may, It's just all too absurd!
As I try to rhyme and think of a word,
I just can't ignore getting played and toyed!

These feelings of bliss and joyous despair,
I just can't get you out of my head's care!
I stare at the screen, sitting on my chair.
With thoughts as blurred as my moistened glasses,
With you in my head, I just wear and tear!
As I walk back and forth in disrepair.
I sit back down, I wouldn't even dare...

This writer's block I often experienced,
Is as maddening as your invasion,
Of my madcap heart's reckless imprudence!

to this day
he still holds
every piece of her soul.
he doesn't even know it,
but her heart will
always be
in his hands.

A writer's
worst curse
comes in the
form
of apathy
and that my darlings
is the worst kind
of death