my poems

a pencil

if you think about it, life is like a pencil. you write down everything you do, you have an eraser on the back, but you have to completely turn your life around to use it. and even if you can use that eraser and right over it, if you look hard enough it's still there. sometimes you try so hard to erase stories out of your life that the pressure you put on the paper leaves a rip in it and it just tears you up. and the book's bind is so strong you can't rip pages out even tho sometimes you want to. you can't fast forward and read to the end because you have to write it all by yourself. but this book is different, the guy won't always get the girl, and sometimes the bad guy wins, but that doesn't matter because it's your pencil and your paper and your life so you get to write what you want, and try to erase what you want too. but, i promise you, all the best books end with a happy ending, unless you stop writing. if you decide one day you can't take the story anymore and it's too painful and you shut the book and break off your pencil lead, that is the only time there's no happy ending. so, keep writing no matter how bad it hurts, and how many tear drops fall onto your page, or as many times as you desire to close it and be done, keep reading and get to the happy ending, it's the only way anything will get better. write until your eyes burn like the fire in hell, and you're finally at the ending, smiling, thankful that you kept writing and you'll remember what i'm telling you today. just don't put the pencil down.