Poetry Volume 1

Art

Whenever I want to write

Its like pulling weeds.

I sit there and stare at the

Screen, willing myself to

Vomit out some sort of

Amazing, exciting, fine art

piece of masterpiece. But

sticking your finger down your

throat for art is like inhaling

the worst kind of drug. The drug that

makes you a drone to the words,

a zombie to the dialect, a mindless

animal that brings its fists down upon

the key board as if its blind rage is

pounding the keys into submission.

Whenever I want to write,

I really want to dream, to die,

"To sleep: perchance to dream"