Sit down. Close
Your eyes. Feel
Emotions wash
Over your soul.
Sit for a while.
Run a mile
In your mind.
Return to
Your body. Pick
Up your pen.
Then, lay down
Your journal.
Look internally,
Eternally. Let
Words flow
On the page.
Break free
From the cage
Causing you
Rage. Release
The pain inside
And find
That silver line
In each rhyme.
Rid yourself
Of the stress –
Put to rest
The weight
You carry
In your chest.
Write with no
End in sight.
Wrong or right,
Live a life
Worth writing
About before
Your pen’s ink
Runs out.
Tag: within
Drifting
Alone, on the water, I lay.
It’s just me. Nothing to say.
I’ve been drifting all night
and day. I am drifting
out of sight. I’ll be alright.
This water has taken me
and pushed me to be
another man lost at sea.
I’m not lost; I’m just free.
I drift closer to the sun
and I begin to think –
I’m not the only one.
Midnight Flight
The clock ticks.
It’s almost midnight.
I look at the sky
and I see stars
light up the dark.
I want to be
like them. I want to
take flight – be free.
I get lost looking
at stars. I feel small
when I see the sky.
The clock ticks.
It’s midnight;
I close my eyes.
I see a sky
of my own.
I feel alive
as I take flight
inside my mind.
What’s the Point?
Can someone explain
the point of this?
I’m curious. I don’t
mean to be rude.
I cannot be
the only one here
asking the same
question. Can you
point out the point
of this? Tell me
why we are here.
I’m sincere. I start
to think; I figure
out the point
of this. The point
of this is whatever
I wish it to be.
Out of Sight
I haven’t seen you in years.
I forget what you look like.
You are quick to avoid mirrors
because beauty is out of sight.
I push through looking for you.
I try to find what’s out of sight.
I try to turn black skies to blue:
to let you know I am alright.
I search for what we once had;
I do my best to not be sad.
I know that you left before dawn,
right in the middle of our song.
After all these years, I remain
searching for love that heals pain.
You have been out of my sight,
but I know that I will be alright.
After many tries, I looked within –
to places that I have never been.
I found the ghosts of us smiling,
within myself, in a place of hiding.