:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Monday, March 29, 2004 ::

Light and illusions dance from my fingers,
Ink trailing on the page
Creates the words and images brought to life on the stage.
My emotions, my pain,
My fiction made real,
My inner thoughts acted out as the real deal.
My scripts and doodles jump out to life,
Video and the stage my paintbrush and knife
That sculps out what's in my head for everyone else to see,
And hopefully one day these works won't be for free.
I'd run rampant as a writer, creating schlock and works of the highest caliber,
But I'm scared.
Scared of being turned down,
Rejected,
All my work for naught.
Of having my work torn apart by critics,
Those not familiar and those who are alike,
Or having people get bored when I spit into the mic,
Of being booed off stage, or getting terrible reviews,
Of being the fuck up for everyone to see,
Well, motherfuckers, just deal with it.
This is me.

I'll do my best, and sometimes my worst,
But I'm not fucking perfect, I'll cry and I'll curse,
And ask the heavens why I wasn't great,
Or why the audience didn't receive the message I was giving,
But if I quit now, I won't be truly living.

I'm stronger than the world, and even though I may get down,
I'll fight to smile and erase this granite frown
That the world tries to chain me to, with shackles and a rack.
Well I'm better than that, so lick that hole that's South of my sack.
I'll keep on trying, no matter how shitty my work may be,
My quality will only improve, cuz it's a reflection of me,
And even though I may get torn down again and again and once more,
I'll never stop fighting,
As to me, this is war.

The flags are raised and my calvery is all saddled,
And nothing is going to stop me,
Not even past lovers I've straddled.
I'll skedaddle for no one, I've swallowed my fear,
Cockiness hides insecurites after only three beers.
So I'm going to live my dream,
Whether in this life or the next,
My writing will live on to entertain,
Humour, sadden, enlighten, and perplex.

My plays and my poems,
My stories and prose,
Will be the best sellers, and be greater than
Those that are great, acclaimed and praised,
But their attention won't even be able to phase
My work, the marks that I've made,
See, my work are sicker than sick, they rival the plague.

:: Rick Kitagawa 11:23 PM [+] ::
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