skip the paper, watch the words appear

blank paper: a canvas?
can i scribble and make words appear..
can i have this?

can i have a dilemma, that will
in the end save my life..
be the air supply..
to every crack i slipped in,
and watch separate, then fixate itself back to..

back to life?
resuscitate, negotiate..
the reason as to why.
unsecured like a bank account without a pin.
this pointless chatter, never really mattered,
i got you to care about what i have to say, to read it.


pointless words these days always seem to win.

keep talking

stimulation in the mind,
takes its place in the decissions of the soul.
in the choices i refuse to know,
in the situation where i chose to say no...
i cannot blame the intoxicant, but rather the blood that flows
because if stitches mend deep cuts, then the ice in my heart mends my blows,
the blows in transcripts i meant the cheap shot..
that was taken, i guess it serves as deserved, and you deserve
what you got..
so ive gotten as far as im getting,
and ive persued what was decided to be letting..
me free.
i am no longer held by the ropes and chains that held down
the rage emotions, et espirit..
pronounce the words of my tongue like they should...
because with the appropriate accent..
my stage of words is understood.

the platform on which i stand,
and the words people choose to make of me,
when they have never taken the time to stop and ask me personally
do you know me?
did you ever even try
or did the words that cut deep, that formed every lie..
feel better?

did they satisfy, your thirst..

to say every rumor that was ever made about me,
dont feel flattered,
because you were never the first.
i stand in a room of shadows because no one
ever turns on a light,

they rather hide in the dark and continue talking..
matching deaf words to empty faces..

i guess will always be my fight..
keep talking