So I'm sitting here, right?
Thinking of something to write.
It's not going very well, if I'm honest.

Like, I can't really think of something important to say...
Poems are meant to be poignant, though, aren't they?
Something worth time and effort, like a parable, or learning how to drive.

If you're interested, it hasn't been that long,
But I underestimated my own ability to shut down at will,
To run head first into dead-ends.

What is a poem, really?
That's not rhetorical, I am genuinely confused; my default state.
How many feet do I need in a line? I only have two to spare.

And if I give them away, how do I cross the finish line?
So I'm stressing over where to put the stresses
So my head's as blank as the verse in a Shakespeare play.

So I'm losing patience quickly, like a drunk doctor,
Or some similarly silly simile-slash-simulacrum,
Simulating the deepest of sympathies for myself.

Wait...Did I just do it? Did I just write a poem?
I think I did. I mean, I probably wasted your time in the process.
Sorry about that. Really, I am. How do I finish this?

Thanks for listening!
Wait, no...
The end!
No, hold on! I can do this...
Have a nice day!

Ah, whatever. You get the point.

Sudden stop
on the pace that it flew
****** me awake
it doesn't seem good
hard to take
what to make
not easy it seems

All of a sudden, out of nowhere something came across the way.
Exactly what this something is,
it’s quite difficult to say.
As of now the present is on hold because of this something.

Difference of opinion leads to conflict of interest
Escalation in conflict leads to war
Always remember never forget the cause.
Go into details of each and everything,
follow the same.

Over a period of time it will be realized,
time and again cause is the only thing that not only remains the same, but is also important and hence in no way there is an escape.

Never forget that you are facing an odd
Never try to evade the same
Over a period of time it will be realized that odds make a way for many more new things in life that can not only be touched, sensed and felt, but those same things can be a part of  life,
making an otherwise routine life very much interesting.

I love ABC simple
Rhyming people
To think they
Could could be my equal

See the sequel

I don't wanna bust guns
But the flames I must
Turn you to
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

I don't rust

But I need a couple runs
Gotta get it right
In tune
With the light
Say goodnight

I don't fight

I wanna feel the love
But I missed that
Connection
Couldn't see above

Holy water in the basin
I feel so soaked
Killin it in the basement
Footprints in pavement

The problem with being
A genius
Is if learing
Is the line between
Life and Death
The path
Is too clear

"Truth hurts, so we all take painkillers called Lies."

It's 2:17 am
And I'm thinking about you
Slightly infused with the juice of the earth
Blessed by herbal essence
I wish to hear your words
Just so I can hear your sound
A melody of pleasure
Notes that paint a picture
Depth that the seas could not rival
Height only the heavens could overcome
You see
Just wanting your skin
Isn't enough for me
My desire for one is a conviction
A commitment to try
One day
One moment at a time