Not a Poet, Just the Clearer of My Mind.

I think I’m done, saying what needs to be said,
Thoughts vented, and a new thought on my heart,
Singular and pure,
Driven to the point,
Sending vibrations through my skull,
That make me think more,
I am fascinated with the mind,
I can’t feel like I need to stop talking,
But I can’t,
And when the world comes against me,
I call for aid,
When it comes, I want to know,
If I got the aid or not,
When those men make music,
I want to it like them,
But I can’t,
Because I am uselessly helpless,
Bring me higher.


Just trying to get out my thoughts,
Onto paper,
They don’t really mean anything,
Just things I’m saying,
Almost like a need, to vent,
Into the sky all my smoke,
It’s like a story, a sad story unraveling,
Almost like my life, is dying,
Away into the dust of men,
Can’t say what happens, in the end,
But the world needs a savior.



I cannot do it,
I am broken,
And smashed useless,
Only you, can save me,
From death,
Please, come down to my dirty pit of sin,
Cleanse me clean,
Straighten me mind,
I am nothing,
I am useless,
Without you.