My mind feels cold, damp, dark,
A cracked stone drips water down,
Drip drip drip drip drip,
Everything recedes away revealing,
More darkness, shadows of darkness,
Everything is slipping away into,
A thousand shades of grey and dullness,
The precious jewels, valued metals,

They have corroded and turned to black ash,
Leave them at the still riverbed. Stilled by death,

Companion, my only companion,
A raven, and a crow,
Each pecking at an eye,
Trying to break into my soul,
I loved you, locked it away,
And now I love nothing,
I have sacrificed myself for you,
Walking into the grey sunset,
Remember me.

The words won't form,
And the muse is silent.
Mind, imagination, passion,
All clotted up, bottled, under pressure.

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley

Passion, motivation,
Fell silent.
Fell asleep.
Deeply dreaming,
In trance.
Forgotten.
Forgone.
Oh no!

It's cold.
The steel barrel in your mouth,
Settled against your parched tongue.
The weight of the gun in your hand,
Heavy, unbalanced, not like you'd imagined.
No matter...

The tears fail to form as you apply the force needed to operate the trigger of the gun.
The taste of sulfur and ash overwhelm your palate as the explosion in your mouth forms.
Then the flames incinerate the skin inside of your mouth, causing pain that is indescribable, incomprehensible, travelling to the back of your throat.

The bullet spins upwards, crashing into the roof of your mouth with more force than you've ever felt, carving its way upward into your sinus cavities, causing pulses of burning waves all throughout your head.

The shockwave of the gun firing reaches your ear drums, bursting them immediately as you lose your equilibrium, becoming disoriented as blood fills your ears, trickling out the side.

Up, up, up, the bullet goes. Your mind is thinking about your mother, your father... the years you've spent on this earth.
The loves you've had, so precious in your eyes, as they were the world to you. You want to think you have no regrets, but the last milliseconds have obviously shown that you do, that you couldn't cope with fixing them.

Finally, the bullet reaches your brain, and your vision flashes in colors, breaking up and fading in and out. You're very confused as to what's going on, the people you see in your mind as your head lurches back and you can't feel the reason why. Wait, who are you? What's going on...?

Why am I dead?

Because my cries stopped falling on deaf ears,
And started sounding with a mute voice.

La dee da doo,
I'm in love with you.
La dee da doo,
I'll stick like glue.

Lee lee la la,
You make me haha.
Lee lee la la,
Let's never say ta ta!

Zoop a zee,
Will you kiss me?
Zoop a zee,
My love, don't you see?

The art of expression needn't,
A canvas,
A page,
A rock,
A brush,
A pen,
A chisel.

The art of expression needs only,
You,
Your heart,
And a path out.

Is poetry an art or an expression?
Rhymes, rhythms, charms, pain,
Tell me, is it art? Is it expression?

I cannot deny poetry is an art,
Full of beauty and elegance.
Poets have such passion to write,
Which is why I have never been a poet.
I simply express myself through pen and paper,
With a poetic soul, yes, but I'm not a poet.

I now know what's best;
I don't know what's worse:
The certainty that I love you,
Or the certainty that you can't know.

I know it's what I must do,
You'll never know my affection.
I would've given you the world,
But our story won't be written.

I'm sorry, so sorry...
Love isn't worth it.
These tears...
I'm sorry.