battles.

in a battle with myself

because i don’t know who i want to be.  

drew a line through the writings on the wall,

i don’t feel those words anymore.  

i don’t feel like myself anymore.  

i don’t belong here. 

i don’t belong here.  

i don’t belong here. 

awol.

i’ve been in my head.  

will that justify, all the attention that i don’t pay you ? 

a minute.

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

the smell of you. the feel of your embrace. the life in your eyes. the look of love on your face  

the time that you’ve given me is the only heaven i know; here, in this space.  

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

the sand, it slips through the hour glass at the blink of an eye and before we know it, all that will be left will be our remains. 

tell you, i never want to look back. 

i never want the love to turn to hate.  

cause love. love can hurt sometimes.  

hold on, i don’t want to miss a minute.  

i want to remember you. the smell of you. the feel of your embrace. the life in your eyes. the look of love on your face... as you smell, as you feel, as you look today.... the love before the hate. 

same

same words, different melody.

you say that all my rhymes sound the same.

that’s cause they all come from the same place.

a hurt place.

a dark place.

& that’s coming from an honest place.

always, all ways.

Writer's Block.

where did i leave off?   

pardon all the writings on the walls, 

ive been trynna sort through the thoughts in my mind.  

the voices in my head. 

i pictured things going different.  

i pictures this going different.

instead i found myself at a loss of words. imprisoned by my own emotions.

creativity comes at a cost…. and i’ve paid the price. i’ve paid the price.