Contract

**just a note: This piece was written very quickly. It is very instinctual. It is directed at a very small, very specific group of people. It is not meant to be taken as a general outlook on life that I hold, because I don't. Please read it with a grain of salt and cynicism, for that's how it was written. Thank you.**

I'm the boss.
What I say goes.
Don't like my rules?
Hit the damn road.

Wanna know why?
Because I said so.
No. You can't just...
Just do as you're told.

My word is law
So deal with it.
Don't like my way?
I don't give a shit.

I don't want to hear
Your reasons or thoughts.
I'd really prefer
If you'd shut the fuck up.

And the moral of the story is:

If you can't deal
With you're wrong and I'm right
Then do me a favor:
Get out of my life.

Ink

Nothing so exciting yet at the same time
nothing so daunting
as a blank page
beckoning...
enticing...
waiting to be filled up
with a flood of black ink.
But what if your pen has run dry?
Or even worse, your muse?
Staring at the unending brightness of white
desperate to leave a mark
just to prove you can.
A racing mind, each new thought discarded,
not worthy of your time, your talent.
And at that moment when despair has nearly won
when you're ready to rip the page
throw the pen
walk away
a dim hue on the horizon flickers,
a dam breaks
and a river of ink stains your page
with rhythm or rhyme or rhetoric
and your story unfolds.
And as you view what you've written
waiting for a critique,
there is nothing so exciting yet
nothing so daunting
as that full page stained with black ink.

Assurance

Since I was you, I've wanted you.
You've always been my desire.
Long time coming, for years and years
Thoughts have revolved around you--
Your features, your character, the manner in which you'll grow,
Who'll you become.
I've imagined and dreamed
A time times a thousand
My pride, my joy, my love--all attuned to you.
Now you are no longer a dream.
You've come into being.
I know it's been rough, a hard patch of time,
But please understand that I'm scared.
You are the door, an entrance into an unknown world
And I have no choice but to cross the threshold.
I don't know that I'm ready.
Can I ever be?
But know this:
My love for you overflows, a current strong and unstoppable
And I am pulled along, unable and unwilling to resist.
Never doubt that you have become my life
And I would give mine for yours.
When you sense my distress
And worry that you're wrong
Stop!
Never believe that, for you are as right as can be.
I will get through, past the weeks and the months.
And when you're finally in my arms
A quiet calm will descend
And you will know as well as I that you've finally found your home.