Be a poet

Be a poet they said
Bring your dark words to light
Once I let them escape me
Those words became my life

I began seeing darkness
In every corner it seeped
In every picture sorrow
In every crevice it creeped

Edgar Allen wrote it best
From there I struggle to maintain
That dark forms of poetry
Can sometimes be sane

Blinding and beautiful
Both darkness and light
A never ending dance
In a constant gripping fight

The line between so thin
Makes it easy to relate
You cannot have love
Without the smallest of hate

I see darkness everywhere
But I know there is light
Darkness Is easier to explain
Much more beautiful to write

My lovely words describe pain, Misery, and hate
Lets be honest for a second
To this you can relate

Not all poems can be happy
because life isn't this way
You really can't have happiness
Without a taste of pain

Writer's Block oh Writer's Block

Why do you torture me so. Its been a year since I've made a post and its been just about the same amount of time that I have written ANYTHING decent. I have it bad I need some inspiration like grumpy people need their morning cup of joe. I feel Like im being punished as ridiculous as that sounds. For what, why? Just something anything good to let me know I still got it. I am struggling to gain it back. I used to have an urgency, a need to write that couldnt be quenched or forgotten til I sat down and wrote. Maybe I have had too much drained from me to the point where even writing is sucked from me too. Let's see if I get hit with a bubble of inspiration.