Writer's Block

Creativity, where does it go,
Sometimes you can get that positive flow,
At others you seem dead,
Not enough words inside your head,
No rhythm or formation,
No draw for creation,
Seems impossible to write,
But you gotta put up a fight,
Then the words just spill,
And you're all set to kill.

'Til Death

'Til death do us part,
I love you,
With all my heart,
No saying when the day'll be,
The day I fear,
Either I leave you or you leave me.

Try

Be positive in mind,
Have faith in man kind,
Even when all seems failing,
Keep on sailing,
Make each day count,
If only a very small amount,
You'll fly high,
If only you try.

Candles

Compare people to candles,
Some small and plain,
Others large and elaborate,
Each burning through sun and rain,
Sometimes burning brightly,
Happy for all to see,
At others flickering dimly,
Mot sure they want to be,
Now I'm a candle,
Not too big or too small,
I'm complexly patterned,
Now I've taken a fall,
My wick withered,
I've faded away,
I was blown out,
Now I've no more to say.

Fool

Must I be some kind of fool,
To be considering this guy at all,
Is he worth this painful heartache,
With all this shit he's making me take,
Near sleepless nights,
Split personality fights,
Confused in myself,
Might as well stick love on the shelf.

Me

Is the ability existent,
Tell me, is it there,
Do they have it in them,
To consider things as me,
To take a different point of view,
To look through eyes more clear,
I long to shout,
State all how I see,
But I bite my tongue,
Suppress my thoughts,
Don't show how I feel,
Hide what it's like to be me.

Secluded

The wind howls in the distance,
Whistling through the buildings,
Closer by, right outside,
Cars whiz right by,
In the thick of a city,
Yet so secluded,
So far away from anything,
Anything that matters,
Anything close to my heart.

A bleat, a whistle,
Peaceful sound,
Vast scenery surrounds,
The hills and the trees,
Mad cow disease,
A little yellow bird on a fencepost.