Write

Write your love

And write your fear

And write it all out crystal clear

So you can then reread your verse

Traverse a written universe

Enshrined inside your poignant words

It matters not how long or terse

Your pensive prose will one day birth

Progeny of love and fear

Depicted candid and sincere

Thus you may know what’s in your soul

Know it all and know it whole

So all that peer upon your prose

And stop to probe what you compose

And forgo all they know

Can freely read beyond the ink

And comprehend what poets think

And thus they may then understand

The feelings of an unknown man

And learn to love all unknown men

Regardless of their speech or skin

And begin to mend the world again

To quell the swells of spite and sin

And defend against spells of despair

Resolving resentment here and there

Resolved because you dared to bare

Your soul which through your prose was shared

And swear to make the world aware

Of how to love and how to care

And ensure that none become ensnared

In all the hate we must beware

Through motley words and rhymes declared

In pedantic prose you’ve pruned and pared

With all your will withheld within

Conveyed through heart and mind and pen

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Depression

is having a heart

that constantly pumps sadness

through your veins

and desperately wanting

that heart to stop.

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Writing is like shouting

Into the void

The void is dark

The void is scary

But shout loud

And shout clear

And soon enough

Someone will hear

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God must be old.

Terribly old.

His every movement a struggle.

Never still.

Always trembling.

Because the priest tells me

that my life

is in the hands of god.

And I’ve always lived

Such a shaky life.

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