Well of Words

Just trying to get back into the swing of my poems.

I thought for a while I was losing my touch,

Rhymes weren't coming to me near as much.

Could it be, my well of words had run dry?

I tried to force it, but it felt like a lie.

I was writing from a place I didn't want to be,

Seemed like I was writing for someone other than me.

Empty thoughts followed by hollow rhymes,

Being punished for some imagined crimes.

My mind, felt like it was slowly being locked away,

What I used to write about was suddenly taken away.

The way I felt in my previous writings,

now the subject feels like a UFO sighting.

I still go back to it time to time,

but no one believes me, say I'm losing my mind.

I know I am not, I have never seen clearer,

I used to think I loved her but now I fear her.

Feeling the way I felt, I don't want to go back,

I feel myself slipping, got to get on track.

Every now and then, I find, I get that inkling,

I have to stop myself or I'll again I'll be sinking.

I've been so good, staying in the right frame of mind,

Kept my head down, just trying to focus on mine.

Before I took what I hated and made it a part of me,

Sure Linkin Park said it first, but now its on me.

Without you in my head, I can clearly see,

I tried so hard to be what you wanted me to be.

I lost myself, A shame because I used to like myself,

But now I am relearning to find myself.

Without you, my muse, the one that inspired me to do what I do,

I didn't think I'd make it without you, you pushed me to write that much is true.

As you can see my well is filling,

I found my words with some clever drilling.

I am happy, I can finally rhyme again,

As some would say, it's good to back be in the lab again!

Instead of chemicals, or some illicit substance,

I craft these poems to put you in a trance.

Basically create a rhythmic landscape, 

Join me in the place I use to escape.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not the best at this,

But when it comes to rhymes, lets be honest, I'm pretty good at this!

Sorry don't mean to brag or boast,

But my writing, my rhymes, is what I treasure most.

So to share the skill I have with you all,

Makes me feel like a hundred feet tall.

Looking down on all who doubt me,

A storm is coming, do you feel me?

Ignited the flame inside me, time to set the world on fire,

When the dust settles maybe my words, will inspire. 

Author's Note

Written just for fun, review if you like. I haven't really been up to rhyming snuff so I just jotted it down. Any changes? feel free to let me know thanks!

Reviews

[Gee]

I personally think if you tidied this up a bit and kept an even beat through all lines this could be read as a rap Joshua.Like the idea for this poem.

[Joshua McNay]

I admit I was kind of all over the place writing this one. I will look into trying to tighten it up see if I can't make it flow a little better. Thanks for the input and review!

[Gee]

No problem,my pleasure