The irony of feeling,
we’ve all felt horrible.

Sorrow in my heart,
created by my tragic hands,
burden with eternal loneliness,
I had sold my soul
in order to write poetry

If you’re going to write poetry,
tell the truth before expressing
beauty, love or any mood.
& in that process, an eventual
understanding in the sadness of
it all how much this life lacks of
it all. Minds get lost when reading
those poems, praying only to
get closer to the truth. Oh poetry,
look how I live my life outside
my written word. Look what
you done.

There’s nothing profitable in poetry,
but everyone looks at the poet in awe,
there’s something about reading a
poem at the time, in the right mood
that sparks nothing that’s contagious,
but something illuminating.

It's’ easier to suffer
than it is to love,
love is in the wait,
suffering is in the now.

Writing into poetry,
anything can be,
but as I look back on
past, it’s there
& never leaving.
To I wish not all of it,
not everyone there
was apart of it.
To I yearn to write
on love
& not vent.

When in love without a lover,
all one can do is write poetry,
talking over one’s heart.