
Tilted Axis
Begin with a blank canvas
A piece of paper with no identity
And scribble a word or two
Make your memories into a photograph
Using only what you know best
Words
That is the axis
That my world is placed on
Words are everything to me
They make up every atom in my body
Combining to create who I am
Out of exaggerations and metaphors
But most of the time
The only words in my mouth
And at my fingertips
Are the wrong ones
Type one down
And the whole system breaks
Let it escape from your pen
And all of the ink will spill
If you let one wrong word
Slide off of your lips
And leave a crack in the pavement
It will always come back to you
Everything comes back to you
Do not think the wrong words
Or your whole atmosphere may be changed
One hint of hatred can shatter who you are
That is the axis
That my world is placed on
That is the hamartia
That will always smash against my skull
Forcing its way into my thoughts
But with the right words
All of that goes away
Every fear of saying something
That can fracture another person
Every phobia of not knowing
What to put down on a blank canvas
A piece of paper with no identity
Leaves my body
I can live without the fear
Of messing up
And all I need is the right words