My Writings

Sitting in the dark
with the fan lightly
blowing on my back.
My body aches in pain.

I can not sleep for
Insomnia haunts me.
I can not stay focused
for my mind easily
drifts.

So I write to release
my built up sadness
to release my
built up emotions for
the day.

I let you all peer
into my mind.
Read my memories
like they were a book
on sale.

I smoke cigarettes
to keep my tears back.
I rock my body in the chair
that way I can easily
stay focused to the next
line that I am about to
write.

I keep journals,
of many sorts.
One for my everyday,
ones for my dreams,
and ones for my poems
that I rather not let stray.

And so many of you
have asked what inspires
your writing, or why do
you write.

Well simply I write
to release whats on my
mind or insanity will
carry me away.
And to answer your
questions about inspiration.
Well truly they come
from many sorts.

But manly mine come
from my past, my present,
and yes sometimes what
may lie ahead.
Some comes from reading,
and some comes from
watching movies.
But truly whats hidden
beneath the finger tips
is my secrets that
I tend to keep private.

I share them as stories
make believe in many ways.
Twist them to my liking.
But anyways These are
my writings.