Writing

as her hands typed away
To the words of mournful poem
She bleed ink
Because at this...

your filthy
you reek of individuality
how dare you be such a mess
don't worry society...

my poetry is adverse
sometimes terse
a bit of a curse
and it's horrid..
I try...

It's not some craving or addiction that haunts me in the dark

It's not the nightmares or dreams or...

stuck in my own thoughts
just locked away somewhere
inside maybe floating around
in...

Where the shorelines deep rooted ridges are jagged no trees to see for miles
Only dust and dry ideas...

Behold!

The darkness creepeth close,
old ancient haunts, gaunt ghastly ghosts.
Lost...

Is rhymed poetry truly dead
as some have hinted or have said?
If so, I’m doomed, for in my...

Pineapple you are my rock
and I am your clock.
You are my pleasure
and I am your...

Is this what it means when you suffer from writer's block ?
Words not rhyming and you may end up as...

Pick my brain,
I cannot sleep.
Muse, my bane,
O', hear me weep.

I’m insane,...

Their is so much beauty in my sadness
Yet so little in my smile
So over time, after a while...

If you believe this gift you've got
should be dismissed as afterthought,
or, perhaps, a...

I think we take for granted
All the gifts we have received
From our dear friends at...

I was born as an ordinary person,
Who didn't have any aim in life.
Just to get a government...

O', be not proud or prone to discontent—
would Shakespeare’s sonnets have e'er graced the page...