Random Writings
Random Writings


Scribbled at midnight, symbolic of no light,
No safe place to hide in this fight,
No one to know the plight, no one to show what's right,
It's a sea where you're stranded and of an island, there's no sight,
Enough rhyming, let's find the silver lining,
To this really loud thundering cloud,
It's a scary fate, I don't see anything shining,
Maybe it's too late, not something that makes me proud,
My writing skills are going stale, it's a short but boring tale,
It's surprising how I used to be a shark, that scared off even a killer whale,
From writing about the struggles of a kid to the struggles of a mature male,
I gave out a message, I vented in rhymes, it's a skill that's not for sale,
But I thought it helped, writing down every last thought,
But now I look back and see, what was it for which I fou
ght?
My past haunting me? The breaking of a sacred knot?
I don't even know what it could be, should I think about it? I think not,
Why do I not keep these with me? Why do I manifest my pain?
Well, it does not pain I wanna show you, it's a skill,
A skill that could clean the most stubborn stain,
A skill that could heal, help, but also kill,
I know the poem is absolutely crazy but here it goes,
I don't care what people think, why am I like this you ask?
Well, my answer is "No one knows",
Getting to know is more than a task,
I don't know why I'm writing still, but continue this? I sure will,
It's like an entertainment mill, a happiness pill,
Poetry is a part of me and if you're not smart, the next line's sense would be nil,
It's such a part of me that if I'm a duck or a wallet, it'd be my bill