Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
I can't remember what it felt like
I can't remember when it felt right.
I desperately entertain the illusion of what it could be,
Mirrors constructed from lies,don't be amazed at what you
The worlds in our hands, the contract written throughout
They nervously threatened us to change, who are we to remain Calm?
Our theories seem a little more off base in these extra
We've tried to give you our all without revealing
Fighting this losing battle in attempt to help it Resemble a more appealing score.
Your zealous tone has become such an inviting
Worried for our concerns as they continue to crave a Listener, How have we, somehow, become slaves to a Prisoner?
Again and again with your entitlement,
When you no longer have it will you know what y...
They say we couldn't and we shouldn't, yet we still might
You can either become part of the crowd, or find a way to fight
Unleashed, finally your bark seems to have a little more bi...
Stay close, for we don't know what is
How do we know we're welcome if we don't know what is
A willing testament kept away from this letter
We made it worse when we went looking for a...