They say to just start writingAnd the poem writes itself.A vacant smile hides the upset that the poet really felt.And they may only celebrate your work and Hold it high when you are deadBut you'll never break the status quo If you keep it in your head and...
I know you're not in it for money 'Cos who writes poems for wealth? And I know that it's kind of funny You're pouring your heart out to yourself.Your mental state may seem unstable but Your heart is shining gold.When the cards are on the table It's your art that takes a hold but...Are words a way to vent the brain Or do we take advantage?A way to maybe feel the strain and Channel it through practice. A way to never own our pain but Act somehow it's rentedLike violent people blaming their Upbringing or parentage See I think it's always present In each and every one of usSome are just more hesitantTo speak of what's become of us The human race is broken and The light is shining through the cracks So blow the whole thing open and Expose the ancient artifacts The things not always spoken But prevalent inside your mind Is woken with devotion, If you can find the time rewind I'm smoking and I'm toking, A vicious circle will collapse I'm hiding it with jokes and smilesI'm ignorant to precious facts and...Love is what I craveBut I'll never say those words out loud Until I reach the graveRight now I just can't stand the sound and You might call me brave, See I face my inner demonsI travel onward through the cave Of my most primal instinctsWith every word and every phrase I'll fight the sinister feelings And by the time I reach the end of the page I'll fully know my reasonsIt's instinctual some say But if you map it out that wayThen aren't words the only Weapons I have to keep the pain at bay and...Love is what I craveAnd now I finally knowNow I can say those words out loudAnd be honest as I growWell what do you knowThat must be really how I feltI just started writing and... The poem wrote itself
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Sea High
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