So I tried to write something that rhymed last night, and oh geez was it horrible! I couldn't keep a rhythm; it just went on with no order or reason. I think I try to hard. In fact, I think my writing sucks when I try at all. My best moments usually happen when I'm just doing it for the hell of it. But here's my sucky rhyming anyways:

Your words have the power to draw fire from my lips, the deepest of desire. This is subliminal, perhaps unforgivable. Transmission signals to unscramble the riddles. The liar, the honest, an inevitable conquest. Don't be so sad to be raving mad. It's a gift of the mind, so excuse me if I seem disinclined to medicate what can't be aided with an orthodox solution that's bought, not traded. You're jaded, faded, too often persuaded. Can't dream in color when you've been sedated. So erase your pain and fill the holes with the knowledge that you control nothing and no one besides yourself. So take in a breath and open your eyes. See the truth in your lies, take the fall with the rise. To ruin hope is to be despised.