I Write...

...because I have been told to
because I have been told not to

out of boredom
out of excitement

when it is dark, late, and lonely
when it is bright, early, and crowded

when I need to
when I really should not

when I am inspired
when I need inspiration

to find myself
to find another

for romance
for vengeance


because I am good at it
because I need to be good at it

because it is what I do
because it is what you do not

so thoughts do not die
so ideas can be born

under pressure
when nobody cares

when I can not sleep
when I dream

out of pity
out of despise

never for others
always for the world

under the influence
over the habit

into the night
until another day

in my room
in my world

to find hope
to demolish what is left

to scramble brains
to expand minds

so I can sleep in the day
so I can awaken at night

so I can be anything
so I can become nothing


to slip under the radar
to charge head-on

so you will leave me alone
so you will come back again

in reverence to the light of stars
for fear of the darkness behind them

of life
of death

without hesitation
with full procrastination

on paper
into minds

to learn
to teach


when deceived
when reprieved

in a cave
at a carnival

when my muse is around
when I write behind its back

when they had it coming
when they are too innocent

with pen or pencil
with Mac or Windows

about fire
about ice

when I am tired
when I am enticed


for me
for you

I write.