Why do I pick the pen
Over words already written
I write when I'm depressed
I write when I feel blessed
When I feel like the biggest buck
When my days are full of lacking luck
Then I come home and find my pen
And wonder what my mind will thread
Will I write of what I'll never be
Or of a scenic view of leaves and trees

Most of my words you'll never see
For I've written them at times of need
For friends, for love, for anything but
The voice is lurking, forcing me shut
I greet the darkness inside my head
Just to cover sheets in ink or lead
"Away from life, away from peace
Never can you turn and flee
I've never really been as kind
To pick a mortal out of their line
Their line of lust, of meekful grind
Now come to me, take this and sign
You'll do just fine, now serve your time
Your soul now mine, so write this rhyme!"

I listen to it's shrilling voice
My once dry vocals, now are moist
The words flow out and fill the page
Emptying out my fear and shame
Unlock the gate of all my rage
Flames from my cage, now start to fade
Before it's light, my page is filled
Of past regrets and times I've killed
The happiness I could've had
But then such voices filled my head

A woman whom I so admire
Fills me with such a lost desire
I'm scared to tell her how I've felt
If her heart is stone and doesn't melt
Afraid she'd cut me off I dread
I turn to my blank sheets and lead
Words so delightful, so beautifully said
Yet written in vain, not to be read
A safety net, where I confess
All that I feel and my distress
To you it seems like it's a mess
But its really a release of all my stress

Sometimes however I'm filled with glee
A cause for joy, my cup of tea
Perhaps nature showers my eyes with might
Or a twinkling star shines through the night
Someone dear gives my heart a hug
Or love comes up and tries to tug
When I see a pretty smile
The lyrics come and start a riot
I see a forest so delightfully dark
My rhythm flows as loud as a bark
I pick up my pen and write all I can
Then I wake up, out of a trance
Look at my work and do a dance
My sheet is filled, with rhyming twists
I've cut my way out of the mist
I only needed to let out a vent
My emotions now lay down content
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