The Page:
I put my problems on the page and they jus seem to fall apart
I put my feelings deep into this it’s the gateway to my heart
A piece of paper to me is like diamonds to most
My way of escape is usually a challenge or a problem for most
My ability to write versus the ability to think
My ability to put words on the pad with the lead or the ink
I feel so free when the pen strikes the pad
And releases all the antagonism or animosity that I have ever had
The beauty of the poet’s sheet
It’s like the invoice of the mind I strive to make ends meet
My reference of what I’ve done in my precedent helps me to cope with the present
To liberate myself of all the demons and foes within my presence
The page brings me freedom and tranquility
And relieves the guiltiness I feel when I blame my fears on temporal insanity
Time flies when I insert intrusion mixed with delusion
The page feels my rage not meant to degrade
But I ensure that wicked thoughts invade the progress that’s been made
Beauty written with divine thoughts like treasure on an island
With punches like a boxer so many hits I land
The page goes on and like everyday life
Till the end of my life the page carries my strife
