Abstract

The Beauty in my heart can only be expressed by the smile on my face... 

The Nature of my soul can only be felt by the tears in my eyes... 

The Truth in me can only be heard by the paintings of myself...

The Pain I've endure can only be seen in the minds of an artist...

The Art that I produce can only be understood by the profound...

My thoughts bleed into words as my inner self plots its escape from captivity...

Caged underneath this skin are testaments meant to be written...

Raw rare and real is how I project it...

Only the abstract in mind will embrace...

Writers Block

I'm creatively constipated
I'm emotionally exploited
I'm mentally devastated
I'm physically shell shocked

I claimed my independence
And I received severance
I mourned the loss of a god mother
And I received peace from a grandmother

Love lost
Love spent
Love cost
Love rent

Scatter brained
Not making sense
My spirit drained
My mind is tense

Creatively constipated
Emotionally exploited
Mentally devastated
Physically shell shocked

I've been trying write
I've been trying to cry
I've been trying to be happy
I've been trying too hard

Maybe not to hard
Maybe not enough
Maybe my mind is spent
I've lost my trust

I was robbed of my sanity
I was raped of my creativity
I misplaced my dignity
I checked out of reality

Reserved a table for my demons
And indulged in the past
I forgot about the present
And lost my appetite for the future

Lost interest in myself
No self esteem
No self worth
No personality

Just a shell
Lobotomized by life
Surrounded by darkness
I found comfort

Only in complete fog could I find myself
Only in this erie mist could i heal myself
In my dwellings I found a crustacean
Who shared tales of his courage and perception

He gave me inspiration
Relieving my creative constipation
Alleviating my mental devastation
Leaving me physically Inebriated

Drunk off the thrill
I regurgitated my thoughts
I filled the page with my feelings
My writers block unlocked

Creatively nauseated
Emotionally illustrated
Mentally renovated
Physically emancipated

My words were once again my words
My thoughts were once again my thoughts
My feelings were once again bleeding from the page
My pulse again quickened from the lust of the cuts

Bruises from the paper
Battle scars from my pen
My inner writer has awakened
Now let my future begin

Courage

The pain that I'm giving
The true that I'm not living

Lies that drive me through these trying days

The fact that I'm still moving

The reality that losing slowly everything around me
This was life that I was chosen
The path that I'm hoping will soon shed light

I was created in the shadows
Nocturnal by nature
Between earth and hell I dwell
Twisted and mangled by time itself

God please save me for myself
Or save me from THEM
Those who lead with no direction
Teach with no education

Prejudice without right
Write with no cause
Laws that defy my right to an emotional clause

My blood vessels burst
Under the pressures
That if I had enough courage
To say that it's day I fear

Not night