Sometimessometimes you stumble,
sometimes you fall,
sometimes you cant get up,
sometimes you can walk it off.
sometimes you smile,
sometimes you cry,
sometimes you wanna live,
other times you wanna die.
sometimes you fail,
sometimes you succeed,
how long has it been
since i was truely happy?..
sometimes you love,
sometimes you hate,
sometimes i wonder
why i'm at the sharp end of the stake.
sometimes you question,
sometimes you answer,
but this time tonight,
i'm left with disaster.
Because sometimes people lie,
to make you believe what they want,
sometimes people hurt you
because they want chaos to make its mark.
Sometimes you lose.
Sometimes they win.
Sometimes the bad guys steal...
what the good guys are supposed get.
Writing a poemI wanna write.
Indeed I do.
But the category
I haven't a clue.
I've written about everything.
Everything that's come to mind
So since, I've already done everything
I can't think of a subject this time.
Love, heartbreak, happy, and sad.
I've done plenty or those
So I want something better than that.
Depression, betrayal, revenge, and more.
It seems like those poems are spilling out of my desk drawer.
Stories I've done, fiction and none.
My computers bandwidth is almost gone.
I've covered it all
So now what to write?
When you've covered it all
It seems like...
I think I have an idea!
I'll write about not having something to write about on here.
I'll write about nothing
I'll write about not having to write about anything at all.
And maybe just maybe.
I'll have a ball.
Because writing makes me happy.
Writing takes me away
Even when I don't exactly have a subject
I can still write about something.