A dark path lies ahead of her,
Should she flee or should she go?
No way to know how it would end,
If it leads to success or just a dead end.

Poetry-
Doesn't send shivers down my spine,
When I write it,
If only I could ignite it!

Oh, the only art I've got,
And it chokes me so,
Why can't I just let it go?
These words fall on deaf eyes.

Doesn't it crush your spirit?
Or, do people watch you?
Tell me, how I might strum their heartstrings,
And bring these ones and ohs to life.

Once upon a time
There was a passion,
Like burning fire,
Boiling water,
Saturated with desire.
The thirst of needing to be seen,
To be heard,
To be free as a soaring bird
Was unquenchable and
Unquestionable.

It was so clear
It ruled out the anxiety
And the fear
Of being judged
Being wrong
And being crushed.

Now that passion has burned out,
Drained,
Pale;
What is left is the anxiety
The possibility
To fail.

Let this be one giant collaboration throughout the years.
Let this be a reminder of who you were.
And what I wanted for you.

Never forget about the 3 successes.
Never forget about our dreams.

Stresses we had to endure.
And the amazing people we got to meet.

Don’t ever let your hubris get the best of you.
Don’t think that’s what it means to be new.

Change was never a bad thing.
Change to the worse is what’s frightening.

Remember the experiments.
Remember your instantly.
When you punched the walls.
In an outburst of profanity.

Avoid those who seek your downfall.
When life knocks you down.
Get up, and stand tall.

Never forget those who took advantages of your gullibility.
Learn to have tolerance and expand its capacity.

The world isn’t tolerant to those who are weak.
We don’t follow packs.
Because we are the freaks.

This was never meant to be rhymed.
It was a message in my diary.
But what a better way.
To hype my future with a poem that’s fiery!