Writers Block 3

Writers Block 3

Donald Trump Isn't in the news,

And

Young black men getting killed is too traumatizing.

Heartbreak comes around as often as the sun rising,

and love is still overrated and misued.

Every wannabe poet uses sex as their way in,

and shortly after the porn on paper the suicide letters begin.

If you have a drinking problem, liquor is the last thing you want to read about,

and

If you struggle with depression, sadness is the last thing you want to think about.

You might be a victim of all the above like me,

Maybe one day ill find the words to set us all free,

But...

In the meantime, ill keep giving everything ive got,

to finally winning the staring contest on my porch,,,to a rock.

Nothing left to say...

#writersblock

Checkmate

I stand corrected…

Imagine telling someone forever and they tell you it’s over all in the same night.

Only,

They didn’t mean it, it’s just their ego speaking and avoiding not being right.

At least  now I know…..right?

So we can safely pull back the curtains and let darkness be introduced to light,

Or,

vice versa

I might hurt ya

Not physically

But mentally

Cuz verbally….

I am an assassin.

Living in a constant state of rage bound by love and suppressed by respect,

Although it’s  really a hulk meets Wolverine situation where chaos is as good as it can get!

unfortunately. both demons live inside of me

So there’s no real chance at inner peace

I just carry it well

And make it look better,

however,

You didnt unleash the ...

Five Ways To Say Forever

Her name lingers at the tip of my tongue,

where I wish her body would often reside.

She is the canvas I ache to claim,

with a signature only my tongue could provide.

Her eyes meet mine—

burying their radiance deep in my soul—

and I wait…

for a confession of love

that fuses two halves into something whole.

I pray the courts would find her guilty,

and sentence her to a lifetime with me—

a willing prisoner of my PHYSICAL TOUCH,

begging forever to never be free.

I promise to steal her breath each day

with WORDS THAT AFFIRM, not ju...

Broken Glass Compass

I’m so close to killing somebody—
might be myself,
or myself and somebody else.

’Cause a murder-suicide
feels like a smoother ride
than continuing to hide
these demons taking my mind.

I’m going psycho—
no typo.
You read it right.

A love poet
in the fight of his life.

Financial freedom stripped away,
fatherhood ripped away—
government checks the only thing
I barely manage to pay.

Who knew good intentions
could rot this bad?
It’s sad—
how fast hurt turns into mad.

Now all I see is red,
trying to play a hand
I was never meant to be dealt.

Every wrong move
cuts deeper
than anything I’ve ever felt.

I’m lost.

Long nights, empty roads,
Lady Death riding passenger.

We barely speak—
I don...

Will you be my…?

Will you be my first good morning and my last good night?

Can I capture your smile and use it to illuminate my life?

Will you be my….everything?

Or so close to it that I want for nothing

Something

I could never imagine or even dream of

Because,

Unfathomable….

Is the only description that could do your beauty justice.

Will you be my motivation?

My focus and reason to keep on going.

Making it okay to wear my heart on sleeve without fear of it showing.

My pride and joy, God’s gift to me.

I see

No reason that I could ever want to leave.

That’s why I want to ask will you be my forever until the end of time,

But because it’s so soon instead I ask will you be my valentine?

Letter to my….

I love you too much to let you watch me die…

And I can’t take the look on your face as I explain why.

So I write…

Write it all down and hope one day you’ll read it.

Maybe even understand why I couldn’t be what you needed.

I did try tho…

Actually…. I put up one hell of a fight,

But some games aren’t meant for you to win and that’s just a fact of life.

So many tears,

Wishing they could wash away the last few years,

Not for me but only for you

If only I could be more of a dream that never came true.

Because Living that dream allowed the creation of this nightmare,

And I can’t be your hero no matter how much I might care.

Is it better to let someone down or to not have known them at all?

Can you truly be happy while being forced to sit and watch me fall?

What a br...

Stolen Identity

When I see her she unknowingly ignites a flame inside of me.

It sets my soul ablaze 

and weakens the cage 

holding the butterflies from roaming free.

So free they go

Unconfined and unconcerned.

Covering me from head to toe,

The thought of her won’t let me go.

Now I can’t think clearly and my voice is no longer my own,

It whispers words I’ve never said, and some I’ve never even known.

Who is this 

Who am I

What did she do to me……?

I don’t know

I don’t remember 

And nothing as far as I can see……

All she did is smile,

And at the point Cupid had to team up with God and all the other powers in the universe 

To conjure up the best concoction they could to bless me with this curse.

Love hurts.....

And I...

Clay Sculptures

She turned me down...and it hurt a little more than I'll ever let her know.

It's not like a want to be tough and scared to let my feelings show,

I was just looking forward to doing different and being better.

I wanted her to want me, but fear just wouldn't let her.

I'm EMBARRASED....

Silently suffering from the guilt of things in relationships past

Mistakes can be forgiven but first impressions always last,

So what she perceives me to be WILL BE at this point in time,

And although I may disagree, I understand the distorted image in her mind.

I'm not blind

Not naive or delusional.

I'm not a monster,

Heart, mind, and soul primed to be mutable,

And my mirror works just fine too......

At least it did...

Until I smashed it to pieces,

Then used the shards of glass to scul...

Wasted TeyeME Doesn’t Heal

Countless days of never ending arguments now seem like nothing more than an instant.

Minute.

Milliseconds.

Compared to the lifetime we planned together.

This is different!

It was three weeks before I could bring myself to sleep in my own bed.

Still having the fight of my life trying to get you out of my head.

Unable to look myself in the mirror and come to terms with some of the things we said.

I said,

Things that can’t be taken back,

But I take it all back,

So far back that

I could meet you all over again and just smile.

Replace every yell with a laugh and every cry with a conversation.

Talk to me…

Free me.

Free me From the happy memories that haunt me every time I close my eyes.

The same Eyes…

You know the ones that are the gateway into the soul that the mouth tries to protect and hide.

Yea those eyes…

The ones t...

Cognitive Dissonance

I love you…

Is the most important thing I’ll say so I wanted to start with that.

It’s also one of the few things I’ve said to you that I have no desire to take back.

Plenty other moments I wish I could relive and redirect,

Recreate memories to replace ones i pray you forget.

Both of us too strong to be weak for each other,

Moving too fast to slow down and truly get to know one another. 

We showed each other our worst sides.

So in a sense we were our own worst enemies….

Yet and still I want to fight for you with every fiber of my being,

Brain screaming to let go, heart doing all but agreeing.

bleeding.

out.

Im at war with myself…

And nobody else…to be honest.

What do you do when your joy and pain derive from the same source,

And futile attempts to separate them only makes e...