Dispute

Here I have strayed, from a road once imagined
For it seems so far away and extravagant
The path is cold, destitute and lonely
There is no way back.

This vision I see, the unimaginable
The unobtainable, the... Impossible
Well fabricated within my own mind
with the worst of me winning

I broke the jar, screaming at the stained glass window
wondering who I really am
For I came to the truth, the reality
that everyone suffers

Death of the poet

My words have becomes stale My poetic ink run dry I'm struggling to rhyme words While the poet in me dies I'm sorry for the inconvenience

"I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery"

Futures

But I have to go, I have to leave,
                            yet the sleeve in which my heart rests

is nowhere near my chest but the ache
                                    for god's sake releases itself from

the conundrum that's in my mind
                                   I'm blind but I'm looking at the window side
                                                                                  saying goodbye with all I have

Afraid

I'm too afraid to publish
what I wish you could see
for the way I use letters
spells out the way I feel

I'd rather hide my emotions
in words than you watching me
seeing my hands and lips tremble
while you watch me freeze

So forgive my secrecy
I do not intend
to have you see my soul
as it breaks and bends

Untitled

Printing your name upon the skies
To let the entire world see
Yet before them is a name
Not a perfect entity unfolding
In its entirety, the opposition revolting
My heart is bracing, for my feelings are showing