THe Inspiration Intoxication. (written as the name suggezta)

THe Inspiration Intoxication.
the pendulum waves goobye,
and the clock above it is oblivious,
to the fact that death hunts the mediocrity in me.
Give away the greatness of loneliness,
carry me to the brink,
I'll never believe in superiority.

Yes, the stars don't appear when I need them,
yet they never leave me alone,
when inspiration hits in forgotten places.
No, I don'y want to leave,
but the crying of gutters and empty rooms,
scream to the black like prayers.

Reminds me of the list of wrongs,
but ignores reveries gone,
of grey areas and lethargy.
LEaves me with one twisted cliche,
and ones thought left to die:
See the bitter when I'm with you.

I loved the title - thoguh personal quotes from the author in the title often aggravate me. Perhaps that's a personal quirk of mine, but I think you might get more readers with less words there and more words later...

The poem is wonderful, though. In particular I liked the second stanza, in such parts your word phrases really struck home:

Yes, the stars don't appear when I need them,

...but the crying of gutters and empty rooms,
scream to the black like prayers.

Reveries, lethargy - great words. I have fogotten they existed. Thanks.

The last line, however, didn't really end the poem for me. I was still hungry for more...or perhaps you could've tied it into the ending more.

But, all about, the poem made me think and I, personally, really enjoyed it.