Thursday, October 9, 2014

My Weapon (OctPoWriMo2014)-Day 9

It gets hard that's why I do this
Put the pen to the paper
Because life doesn't turn out the way we want it to
So what else is there to do?

My life wouldn't be here
And my wrists wouldn't be clean
So I use the pen as a blade
And recreate the disaster that's been made

Someone asked me why I continue
When I'm not making a difference
Because I need it to learn
Or else I would set fire to myself and watch through a mirror while I burn

I have to do this
Because life doesn't make sense
And there's too much pain
And my emotions have never been tame

I'm all over the place
And I'm lost and confused
And there's nothing else that I could do
I have demons just like the rest of you

So I do this...



  1. So the pen is not mightier than the sword, it is the sword.

    1. In a way, yes. We all need some form of protection & the pen is my choice in weapon.

  2. the lines 'someone asked me why I continue when I'm not making a difference' is so incredibly...sad, laughable, disgusting. So much stuff in there. You're not making a difference? Says who? You write, and via your words you make a difference, even if only in your own life. Keep up the great work!!

    1. Thanks for the words! I really need to hear it sometime. That line you referred to actually refers to myself. I'm always that cynical voice in my own head asking myself, "why bother?" I think a lot of us writers/artists can do that a lot. We're our own worst enemies.