Inksy Bells

Hmmm, yep.

[inksybells-blog]

Circle so round,

There is no escape.

We’re all bound,

Even if we scrape.

Spinning on our feet

To find a way

A shortcut

With no end game

And no goals.

[inksybells-blog]

Dreamers

Of Night and Day

Young and Old

Come to revile

In the tales

Of those deemed crazy

For such things could not exist.

But in imagination

Such tribulations

Such people

Such accomplishments

Such dreams

Come true.

[inksybells-blog]

Games

Peel and peel

Away at my skin

Until you’ve exposed

Everything

That’s within

And walk away

Like you never planned to stay

From beginning to end

It was a game

A play

An act

To see who would win,

Leave intact

And I lost a war

I never knew I was in.

[inksybells-blog]

Things

Strange vices and crisis

Deep inside my head

Like devices controlling

What’s going on instead

I can’t control those

things not mine

I can’t get rid of those

things not mine

It’s like I’m being forced

choked

by those who’d rather raise

a bloke

[inksybells-blog]

Only Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like,

You’re in Paradise.

Sometimes it feels like,

You’ve been cast aside.

But you just gotta hold tight

And keep moving on

For tomorrow --

It will come.

[inksybells-blog]

Graduate

Restless nights and dreary days

Slipping by like an unnerving haze

Spending all your days

Focused on subjects

To get that pay raise

When you can’t even be sure

How many days it’ll take

Until you can finally graduate

[inksybells-blog]

Is it worth it?

Stacking up on ramen cups

And photos of your loved ones,

Telling them you’ll be the one

Who’s going to make it.

Not sleeping, eating

Wasting away

But

It’s worth

All the struggle,

The Pain,

For that small chance of fame

And gain

Of respect

From a paper worth 50 cents

And sold for 50k