Straight Edge 4 #life Promises, promises 23rd time's the charm Today will be different I'll do it this time I'll think of the future Of how it will be 20lbs lighter Nicotine-free I will make better choices I will rise with the sun For a mean green juice breakfast A 5k morning run I'll trade chocolate elevensies For "10 Second Abs" Meditation and crunches In place of curries and cabs I'll power through work On a kale smoothie brunch Then a spot of yoga And a light salad lunch I'll ignore my tired, aching body Swap ready-made crap For a homecooked meal Made entirely from scratch I wont settle down To TV, wine and crisps I'll take the dog out For a walk and a dip ... Maybe tomorrow's a better day To start the new me Because today I've already Procastinated it all away Straight edge 4 #life

Greed Greed once again reared its ugly head Planted in the mind of a woman riches led Reaping fruits from true of heart Discarding friendships with no regard People once cherished, years lovingly spent Are now forgotten, irrelevant Long gone is respect Now pawns in her wrath Thrown to the ground to pave her path Smiling sweetly like butter wouldn't melt Spitting on those who cowered and knelt So goes the saying, now it's plain to see One should never mix friendships with money

Exhibitionist Averted gazes back and forth Nerves pressed against her throat Sixteen steps towards her station Dropping robe at her destination Goosebumps tingle down her spine Easels erected in a line All exposed, no changing of heart She composes herself, ready to start Pencils dance along her skin Tracing curves, taking her in Trembling hands, flustered glances She's not alone in nerve's advances Beads of hunger drip from scholars Getting hot under the collar Fear dissolves, she's lost to lust Instincts flare in passion's thrust Desire's pull, forbidden fruit Restraining arousal's hot pursuit Craving what they daren't touch Deeply immersed in pleasure's rush

The Artist The artist hangs his heart on canvas His secrets revealed in coloured oil Releasing hopes and fears unspoken Dark desires and deepest turmoil The artist spills his mind on paper His secrets weaved in clever rhyme A wordsmith sharing silent whispers His private inner thoughts unwind The artist sings deep from his soul His secrets conveyed with truest ardor He bares emotions understood by all Transcending every barrier The critic absorbs a creative piece His secrets displayed in certain reflection An audience of a thousand opinions Are all correct in art perception

Tired My dreams were shattered a long time ago You bring out the worst in me, I hate that I stoop so low I find it hard to remember what it's like to feel respected I try to hold on to the old me, so horribly neglected You make me feel so small You don't care about my pain You'll just manipulate me 'til I'm under your spell again I don't know what to do All I know is I'm broken I'm tired of living like this Yearning to be woken But there's no nightmare to wake from This is reality And I have to try to set myself free *This is old. I had it saved on my phone and I just found it