This Black Hole

Written: Feb 12, 08 

 A black hole
Deep, dark
I look in
Trying, searching
For the cause, for the end

Why this darkness?
When will I reach the bottom of the well?
I am falling
Is it a bottomless pit?
It narrows, it suffocates
It is despair

I am blind when there is light
I am flailing when there is support
I am lost when there is hope

This hole will be the end of me
This hole will drown me
This black hole  

I Still My Pen

Written: Dec 27, 07

I still my pen because I still my mind. It leads me to places that I have visited time and time again. I am tired of my mind and so I am tired of where my pen goes. 

I still my pen because I still my mind. It leads me to beautiful places that only exist there. I want to share them only with myself and so because I am selfish my pen is quiet. 

I still my pen because I still my mind. It remembers a history told before. It remembers happiness and pain. It remembers laughter and anger. It remembers what cannot be shared, and so it forgets as does my pen. 

I still my pen because I still me mind. Nothing is worthy of the ink. It dries on paper with empty words. There is no story to tell. There is no inspiration.

I still my pen, I still my mind, I still my heart.  

The Anger Within

Written: Dec 11, 07

It boils
It rages
It reaches the rim
It surfaces
But it stays within 

I anger from silence
I anger from indifference
I anger from pain
I anger from words never spoken
I anger from within 

My pen writes in fury
My mind races with thought
My feet stomp the path way
It is all a hurricane circling within.