Strenuous and terrifying Beaten me to death Alive in my right as I write to choose Enliven the soul of Muse
Category: Creative Writing
The Light Of Dawn Calls
I’ve hit a wall and god I’m so thankful She caught my fall Like I cannot go on unless the Light of Dawn calls
I Heard The Voice
It’s like I’ve hidden and concealed how I really feel Don’t know which way is correct I heard the Voice though inside I neglect the right to choose the choice I regret How I’m bloody with disdain It murdered the force I renamed
Detours I Toured On
Thank you for holding on Bearing through the drama, the boredom, the random detours I toured on
Made The Bed I Wrote On
I’ve buried my words and in that my heart My thoughts have been protested I gave up a lot to try and skip ahead when in reality I drug the dead through all my petty drama Made the bed I wrote on
All 7,000 Thoroughly
I think when things are so dear to your heart you keep them protected I haven’t told either of them I’m a writer because when you tell someone you’re a writer it goes in one ear and out the other Like sure, everyone’s an artist It took me over a year to tell that writer…
Secret Vault Locked
I still have a lot more secrets and there’s much you’ll never see The whole other world inside me I dance around, I’ll never portray the reality of transparent My vault locked away
Rise And Win
I think I’m ready to let my soul in Let it begin and for the first time Rise and win
3 O’Clock Roadblock
They say it on their one side and they don’t mean it They want, they shift demean and come up with a roadblock 1, 2, 3 o’clock
Enamored By Rapture
I haven’t really been able to write in 2 years Still froze in tears Enamored by rapture and taken captive by capture