04-26-2010, 08:51 AM
The thoughts are bottled up together
Eagerly waiting to explode onto
A blank sheet of paper
Tempted to create something
Masterful out of
My Imaginations,
Ideas,
And the help of
Similes, hyperbole's, or even metaphors
If I could drown my thoughts in words
Drug my veins with it
Create rhymes in my head
That I will recite later on
Mentally ill
Whenever words
Are far from my mind
Because without words
I`m nothing
Without writing I’m lost
Writing is what I do
Eagerly waiting to explode onto
A blank sheet of paper
Tempted to create something
Masterful out of
My Imaginations,
Ideas,
And the help of
Similes, hyperbole's, or even metaphors
If I could drown my thoughts in words
Drug my veins with it
Create rhymes in my head
That I will recite later on
Mentally ill
Whenever words
Are far from my mind
Because without words
I`m nothing
Without writing I’m lost
Writing is what I do

