Sitting in a room, head down, arms crossed
Thoughts being tossed like its garbage day
All else are deaf to what you have to say
Deciding if you'll stay, because it's easier to leave

Then you shout out a line
The first thing that comes to mind
Maybe a time
When you were freed from oppression
Had happiness, instead if depression
Poetry was your only release
  
Words were like bandaids
Your tempo your brace
Metaphors and similes just to save face
Rhythm and rhyme just in time

The plot where you stand  
Was a place of battle and blood
There a man once stood

He was a fighter of old
In the story I was told

Sophisticated
Was the soldier samurai
Fighting with two blades

This is a dangerous game
His honor has just been shamed

Excellent hero,
Fearless fighter, and even friend
Today your life ends

Suicidal Samurai,
Your death will be remembered

I'm stuck between you and a hard place
A dark space
Filled with stars that I no longer find beautiful
Can't you hear me calling for you?
I'm falling for you... or maybe not
I can't stand this indecision
My lack of precision
Blurry vision
From tears running in streams
How many rivers have I cried for you
I am a creature of solitude
A creature of habit
I hear what you're saying
I just can't grasp it
It's my fault
That the stone beneath us is shifting
Or maybe I caused the eruption
That is this volcano of confusion
Is this all just an illusion?

I am the stone
And you are the hard place
Time has scabbed the wounds we have inflicted
But What we need isn't being depicted
Seeing you mostly just makes me hurt
Because you are sand paper
And I am the friction
I'm constantly asking myself
What is it that caused this much resistance, this distance
Was there an instance
Or was It always there

Sitting with my chest tight
Trying not to fight the feeling you buried beneath my ribs
Sore lungs from screaming too long
Like a song that was torn apart and thrown together again
You were the bridge in my lyrical masterpiece
But that's broken now
I wish I could tell you how you stole my heart and ripped it in half
No I'm not mad, I'm disappointed
Disappointed in myself, because I thought I was stronger
Thought I could hold my head up longer
Keep my nose above water
But my feet can't even touch bottom
You were one of the butterflies i held in my stomach
Tiny creatures that only caused panic and worsened my nerves
Nerves that tore my fingernails till they bled
Nerves that kept me from resting my head at night
And raising it the next morning
I'm not depressed but its hard to be happy
The emotions I display are lacking
Only because I'd rather say nothing than regret thrashing you with my words
It might be nice to give you a piece of my mind
Gift wrap it and tie it with a ribbon
Throw it into the world and hope it finds it's way to you
I don't know what to do

One foot in front of the other
Thats how we live life
The faster we run
The sooner we avoid strife
Because we're angry at the world
And the way things are
Then we're angry at change
And the way things aren't
Rain keeps flooding our minds
Clouding our thoughts
Our faces predict sunshine
While our insides do not
Gray days are nothing
Compared to our dark emotions
Somehow we know how to hurt
Without causing some kind of commotion

Even if I throw words
That hit and break your skin
Never let them sink in
Because sometimes soon
The sun will rise
And you won't be stuck
Under a sky with no moon
Because running without a flashlight
Only means you'll get good at running in the dark
Because a lighter with no fluid
Only mean you can't cause the spark
That would set this flammable world on fire