Went Blank

And as I was staring, blankly
at this, I wrote everything in mind
to nothing, written itself on this page,
to which, I see better when I am blind.

An Instance or Display of This:

I have got a condition, too
much of a desire to wrench
all; of what I want, I have to say
in form, of words in a poetry
making, life all the more artistry.

Steadfast

It is pouring animals,
and I wondered, how nice it is
if, I could wrap my hands around
you, and together to slumber
in this frigid cooling weather.

Fried Ram

There goes my baby,
frying up from excess heat,
the memories, they were lovely
but now you left me deadbeat.

Mixture

Have you not realize that, chemistry,
can never blend all in a mixing bowl?
I have these mixtures in my infirmary,
and it is creating a concoction I cannot take.

Make My Day

Be a darling dear,
and allow me access;
I just need some time
alone, to counter my distress;
be that darling dear
and enable me to feed,
to fill my cup with compassion
that I will not pass and bleed.

1:44:21

May I be the cause for your smiles,
the reason to your fuzziness inside,
feeling all the more tired in the morn
wishing the weekend would not elide.

Thriving

In the face of adversity, laments
the fact of decaying, I rebuke!
To incinerate my mind, dements
a psychotic to be firstly, murderous.

Turbulent Mind

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A Question For Time

Of this I ask at Time;
if life once held me bitter,
would I ever taste it, sweeter
than any sugary coatings,
than any of its wrongdoings?
Will the pain from the inside,
gradually decrease, they subside
and be replaced by these,
a reason why I should not cease.