I love to write, I love to rhyme
It lets me sit and pass the time
It lets me lose myself in thought
Construct emotions like iron wrought

When I create I feel alive

From innocence came arrogance
All learned through my experience
Yet in a sense, it's a pretence
As I've kept sitting on the fence.

In times of late, I've come to hate

I did something today out of boredom,
And posted a write in a forum.
But inadvertently,
One for critics you see,
And it was met with a lack of decorum.

Some said "Get out of here",

A question rolls throughout my mind a thousand times a day,
The answer is not easy when emotions come into play,
In my thoughts they toss and turn and I hear myself say,

She walked out through the door and down the stairs
Out into the darkness of a Parisian morning
The sun that shone upon us all weekend was gone
And now she was too.....

Sitting, sighing, smoking, drinking,
She thinks I can’t hear the bottle clinking.
Light stays on til early hours,
A spell she’s under, in its power.

Every night it is the same,

The time has come, the die is cast,
I cry a final tear.
My feeble wits are at their last,
Succumbed to endless fear.

The battle's done with no war won,
And not by me inside.

Sitting, sighing, smoking, drinking,
She thinks I can’t hear the bottle clinking.
Light stays on til early hours,
A spell she’s under, in its power.

Every night it is the same,

You start outside the circle,
so desperate to belong.
And soon you are accepted,
but it's a fantasy gone wrong.
You say they make you happy,
and they do, for a bit,

You start outside the circle,
so desperate to belong.
And soon you are accepted,
but it's a fantasy gone wrong.
You say they make you happy,
and they do, for a bit,

This pain has never left me,
From the time you went away,
You told me you were coming back,
So in this spot I stay.

You never came to find me,
You never brought me home,

Ignorance is bliss said he to me,
Your thoughts only stretch as far as you can see.
Forget other troubles that hold no concern,
Create your own fire where conscience can burn.

Raven
A dark haired raven flies amongst my dreams,
Her memory bombards my every sense.
I think of her and thoughts burst at their seams.
Yet all at once she’s at some distant fence.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder for the person that you miss,
Your thoughts go back repeatedly to the warmth of that first kiss.
You search in vain for a memory that makes you feel alright,

Issues In Communication

Tonight I had an inclination,
To put like words in combination,
To put them all now in relation,
This little thing of my creation.

So I've succumbed to fascination,