i dont know what to write
i dont want to go through and fix all the mistakes
it is tiring
and i am tired
i dont care if i don't capitalize ireland
i dont care to punctuate my platonic sentences
i do not care
i could care less that i cant think of a better synonym for "good"
nor do i care to put an apostrophe in my cant and dont
i am done with mistakes
and focusing on them
who cares?
i dont
i dont want to
but i do
just not tonight
not in my angry fit of writing
because tonight
those mistakes
cannot touch me
it is just me
and my writers mistakes

i dont know what to write
i never learned to feel
i cant think the same
recently ive learned
to just write sloppy
like ink just spilling facts onto a page
that might work for the essays i write in school
but it doesnt work to escape the demons of my mind
i write to help myself cope
but when these demons keep me from writting
i start to feel defeated
maybe they finally won
with these thoughts ive lost
i never thought i wouild lose passion for writting
until i was blocked

I somehow forget how to write with a simple pen or pencil to express my feelings delight

I sometimes realize I'm not really a poetic rhythm to ring the ears of the people while being under hypno-tizum.

I see how people use their imaginations and creativity to create the fondest stories in history.

I can relate to the angry/hapiness/sadness that i read that sometimes makes my wrists bleed purposely.

Either way poem/poems are one of a kind  that people cannot duplicate unless we have similar minds.

                            sealed with a kiss
                                          Xoxoxo