You can’t imagine the things I have seen

You can’t imagine my dreams

you can’t think like me in every way

I am unique, I pave the way

I maybe distant

sometimes obtuse

I sometimes let loose

my fears and anger prangs

like a car hitting a wall

but I hold as much truth as you all

See I am schizophrenic

I hear voices

But don’t despair

I see choices

they hang in the air

I have been broken

I don’t expect you to always care

I doggedly battle on

Cause I still know right from wrong

even with whispers and shouts in my mind

I fight to be human and to be kind

Though I suffer with paranoia

the darkness which destroys

I love life enough to stay here and not be destroyed

so don’t have pity

Let me speak and write and sing

because I know sadness is a painful muse

but creativity is my thing.

The four corners of a page

The forgotten rage

the tenderness of a kiss

all get written on these blank pages

the journal I write

to set my emotions a light

epiphanies and realisations

new sensations

became metaphors

that open doors

similes that create smiles with ease

I am the pen tangled with the page

I am the rhymes written to take to the stage

and music arrives

to create vibes raps and hip hop

don’t stop

write and keep writing

the only way from here

is the place we touch in our minds eye

the soul is wet and it’s ink

let’s sink further still

for we have the will

to be better

love letters

to our creativity.