Beneath Beneath these eyes of blue and black, Lies the darkness of my soul, Beneath my smile the pain attacks, Leaving nothing but a hole . The tears slide painfully down my face, The hurt just builds and builds, Worry lines consume my face, For upset will not yield. It's time for me to go I thought, As I turned to face the track, It's time for me to go I hoped, From a world I cannot crack.

Poetic Intuition I wish I could write like other guys, Providing wisdom or surprise, Instead I write this simple rhymes, They're shallow, hollow, dull like chimes. I wish I could motivate or inspire, These #poems you see, They're rather dire, I need a spark, a flame - an ignition, A better poetic intuition.

Sitting I'm sitting on the loo, Trying to do a poo. Just writing a thing for you, Cause that's what I love to do. There's not much else to say, Except, perhaps, okay, That you my friend have wasted, A fraction of your day.