ActionIn cornersAnd background shadowsIn silenceAnd hiding spacesBehind the scenesLooking on.For now I waitBut soon time will comeTo take action
Gazing at the HeavensA mystery lies in the cosmos, the story of the starsPainful as a thorn, beautiful as a roseA wondrous heaven teasing with a distance so farA mystery lies in the cosmosThe sky spills light upon me as I dozeEradicating abysmal scarsA secret magic only the sky knowsA life of approaching what can never be oursThe sky is streaked, beauty tangled, as night comes to a closeWaiting with muddled consciousness until nighttime hoursA mystery lies in the cosmos
Writing Like This Kills MeSTOP FORCING RHYMESYou sound like this sometimesAnd then I get annoyedBut you view your work with joyAnd you think everythingMust be written like this or somethingNo matter how awful the turnoutYou think this is what poetry is all aboutSometime you have a good topicAnd your work would be good, but just stop itStop writing in rhymes unless you know how to do itAnd use properer grammar, their's nothing too it
Understanding LoveSearching, exploringProbing, proddingExperimenting, testingStretching to the limitYou can spend your whole lifeTrying to explain and define loveBut I'll spend mine experiencing it
R is for RevengeR is for revengeE is for each moment we made togetherV is for the vitality we once hadE is for everything you threw awayN is for never again will I fall for your liesG is for goodbye foreverE is for the end of us
WordsLike sticky glueAnd drippy ice cream conesAnd peanut butterAt the roof of your mouthLike quicksandAnd bear trapsAnd stone wallsLike dried Play-DohAnd being lostLike mazesAnd puzzles and riddlesAnd songs stuck in your headLike Chinese water tortureAnd incessant beepingLike the clicking of a penDuring a testLike a TV playing in muteOr gibberish baby talkThis is writer's block.