The Artist's Poet

I dunno, maybe cause life? Maybe cause every day I put up a fight. I fight against myself and I battle my brain. A body that hates me, A mind not the same. With all these conditions piling on my name. A pill case a day that's growing insane. I have ailments I never even considered before. I have bills to pay that come knockin at my door. And I just don't want to do it no more. I'm burnt out, I'm tired, tired of the flame. Tired of the hussle, tired of the pain. Tired of things I cannot control, tired of earning my way with my soul. Tired of fighting just for my life. Tired of facing this neverending night. Tired of people asking my why and saying I'm fine while I take a sigh. Tired of medicine just to be free, hoping that someday I'll feel like me. So why am I depressed? Maybe cause life! Maybe cause everyday I put up a fight. And maybe that's always the way that its been. And I'll never be free, not till the end.

By: @theartistspoet

Back to me aft once it goes

And yet I tip my cup and pour

Though what be in it nothing more

By:@theartistspoet

Things can go perfectly right

Then fall away like a landslide

Covering your feats in feets of mud

Burying your dreams in useless crud

Everything you worked for taken away

Nothing about it your fault

But no matter, it affects you anyway

Job falls apart and your left in its dust

Someone hits your car and it is left to rust

You can try to get yourself back on your feet

But the universe is cruel and will just repeat

By: @theartistspoet

Written by: @theartistspoet

In quite the perfect design

Hanging hope from the tree

So crisp and ready for me

But as I climb despite how high

Despite how hard I have to try

Despite the effort and work I give

The apple will fall from a gust of wind

That also manages to push me down

Back to the earth on solid ground

The apple now bruised and smashed to bits

I have to withhold my fits

It seems this happens every time

Hope is dangled in front of me

Then ripped away by life.

Written by: @theartistspoet

It can build us up and then tear us apart

Tell us sweet nothings and sweet little lies

Can make us so happy that some of us cry

It can do calculations in not but a flash

An amazing biological electrical dash

It knows of emotion and takes it for the win

Then logic comes over and swiftly steps in

It is capable of love and so much more

But it also is capable of murder and war

This mind of ours is an incredible work of art

It can build us up and then tear us apar

No matter what you do I fight all my years

Despite all the lies that lay in my brain

Thanks to you and your sick game

I know my own worth and I wear it with pride

I am the only ME that you'll ever find

Despite what they called me despite all the scars

I made it to here so I know I'll go far

My heart may feel heavy with all that I know

But I'm full of passion and I want it to show

No longer will you hold me down in chains

I ready to feel far more than this pain

And though it may take years to be free

I know that one day I'll finally be me

And quote on all that I see

I jester and laugh to have fun

And whisper of darkened dreams

I sing of the volitile love

and my words on wings be free

For is that not a poets job

To sweetly call out to thee

Break all my ribs then tear out my heart

Pull out my liver then cut out my lungs

Take every muscle even my guns

Lay out my entrails then saw off my head

Don't worry, I don't mind, I'm already dead

My heart has gone cold my head has gone numb

My lungs will not breathe and my liver is done

My muscles are sore and my entrails have dried

My ribs are all cracked far long before I died

The character just as lost and starting again

Something true to life, something honestly real

Nothing more that ends with the good feels

Cause what I have learned in life is this

When you finish one chapter, it is all still amiss

No clean ending and no clean transition

Thrown into the next chapter and forced to submission

No time for celebration or to collect your mind

No one will care about all your wasted time

Lets face the facts and be honest with ourselves

This is the true story of how we all fell

Almost anything adds to the fire

A burning inferno of random rage

Like a rabid animal trapped in a cage

One moment it seems that everything's ok

The next it's as if I'm thrown into the fray

We could be having the time of our lives

Then suddenly be faced with angry cries

I know you can't help it and it is your mind

But peace in my head has become hard to find

Written by: @theartistspoet

As I stroll in the darkness

A sea of screams and howls

All giving themselves to silence

Loud yet so quiet you strain to hear

Though nothing around can quell your fears

A fundamental of this human existance

Taken in strides to a lingering sickness

A panacea of our existential pain

Voicelessly crying out our names

My shadow is my own

And I wear it with pride

Cause so long as it's there

I know there is still light

Written by: @theartistspoet

The LGBTQ is in for a ride!

With awareness and festivals and so much more

There is so much love it is something to adore

Be mindful of your manners

And be kind wih your banners

This is a time for love and acceptance

And also for caring and tolerance

They can't let you down

So get yourself found

You are you and that is all that is wonderful

Make yourself float

Today is your day

Don't let anyone take that away

Face your fears

Fight through the tears

Grace yourself with love

Give your friend a hug

A touch of a hand

The sound of a band

The songs of the choir

Take your heart and mind higher

Nothing is too bold

No one is too old

Take on your limits

Get out there and win it

Even if it is hard

You made it through everything so far~

Written by: @theartistspoet

When your mind is quiet enough to capture

The mania of creativity inside your mind

Inhibited by doubts and usually hard to find

A mix of alcohol and energy drinks

Is enough to dull the mind and make you think

Creative thoughts cut loose and unchained

No long trapped inside the confines of your brain

Art that would have taken many days

Is brought to life in a manic haze

Quickly and skillfully crafted with care

But with enough numbness to artistically dare

A mind that races and must have something to achieve

No longer has the binding doubts to continue to believe

Though don't go crazy and handle with caution

A little bit of alcohol can make your art function

Written by: @theartistspoet