"Why do we write
To sickly record every tear that we shed?
Why do we cite
The thoughts and ideas that make us feel dead?"
Writing is bitter sensation.
A way for the hole in our souls
To achieve maximum exploitation.
Writing is mental masturbation.
We get off on our thoughts
And pour out imaginations.
Writing quite simply, is fighting.
A constant struggle with our minds.
Hearts and empty pens colliding.
Writing still, becomes serene.
Leaving us in silent breath
And reflecting what we've seen.
Writing is a way of hang gliding
Through our skies of sensuality
And searching mental clouds for something hiding.
Writing is our thoughts split into lines
In ways to reassess the mind
And untangle its endless vines.
Mine is often grouped in three
To represent Hatred, Self-Exploration
And at inopportune times, Glee.
"Writing saves us.
Takes our fragile, fickle hells.
And paves us
Ways to discover ourselves."