My words appear like apparitions with hopes to give clarity to my definition
Manifested into physical form commanded to be before I existed
Tragedies I lived it I felt pain so tremendous
My eyes hide the depths of my lows inside but I strive cause I know the difference between me and time is that time is endless
It’s a continuous movement I am in need of improvement
But I pray everyday but still awake in confusion
Is peace an illusion? I thirst for it, so is it my mirage
Cause when things go wrong trouble seems to be all pieced together like a collage
But it doesn’t seem so artistic; it draws me closer to the brink
I thought I knew myself until I paid me a visit now I don’t know what to think
The lust for things won’t allow me to trust my dreams
Because I want what I want right now so I’m stuck in between
Material things, love of her and the love of me
And being alone sucks I guess that’s why misery loves company
What does life want from me or rather what can I give
I see a bright future in front of me so that’s why I must continue to live
I’m trying to soar sky high like the spirits above
I’m a mixture of all of earths craziest shit held together by heartache, stress, laughter, pain and love
I want to resurrect dead souls through the lines that I write
So I put my heart in verse and hope to give a pulse so my poems will breed life
If my thoughts could give insight then the fight inside
Will be not in vain so ink will bleed out of my veins into the process of written poetic design
I will then free my mind
And it will be written it was done all by poetic design
