Poems

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

Night

When the dreams won't come and the mind won't quiet.

The thoughts come unending and doubt creeps in.

Did I say it right or wrong? Is it me or is it others?

Do I not hear the snickers, whispers, and words?

When did the world learn this code, this movement, this way of being.

I don't understand?

Why didn't I?

 

I toss and I turn.

I doubt and I worry.

I'm not good enough, others are better.

The mind remembers all

The memories come flooding -

              Mistake, Mistake, Mistake

              Failure, Failure, Failure 

              Imposter - fake - charlatan

 

Sleep comes when your not looking 

Peace comes when you don't fight

 

Day banishes the stars of the night

But the stars are still there.

The doubts are still there.

And night always follows day

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

Critic

There it goes again.

The worst critic around.

Nothing I do is good enough.

        "Who would want to see that, hear                          that, read that."

The voice never tires.

Always around.

Never silent.

       

I hate the search.

The proof of my quality.

The critic desiring praise from others.

           "Others are better so why even                                         try."

Ignore it I tell others to build them up

Do it for yourself I council 

Push forward 

 

The act of doing is all that matters.

Good or bad tell it to fuck off.

That awful critic.

Yourself.