~

I

Love

To Write

Poetically

Opens Wide

Peeks Inside

Turns Right

Things Once

Upside Down

Purges Me

On a Page

Leaving

Only

Ink

To

Dry

My Eyes

Now Open

Wide Peeking

Outside Gazing

Viewing Vividly

Again Beauty

Mine Eyes

Unmasked

Through

Poetry

Love,

Me

~

...we are 

inherently

   cell

        fish

our macro

  biology

antagonized

by the

Theology 

    of our

      pride

         packed 

deep inside

a double

   helix

     of odd

and pointed

         feelings

that wrap

around

     and hook

         us umbilical

cord like

long before

we might 

    differentiate

         any sound

      consonant 

or vowel

nor 

witness

      the limits 

         of our 

surround...

#why #lovetowrite #challenge

there are worlds,

alive in my mind

there are emotions,

alive in my mind,

running in my blood

and it is in that moment

when my pen meets the paper

that I can

spread my thoughts

wild and free

bleed each world

through the ink

and like that,

I feel lighter

I discover through writing

where there are

no boundaries

no limit

just a place where you can be

and I love that.

I write

because

I love

I hate

I  suffer

I ache

I feel 

pain

angst

longing

desire

sadness

joy

ice

fire

I write

because 

I debate

doubt and

question

faith

reality

humanity’s

self-annihilation

praying

dreaming

living

dying

hoping

crying

crawling

flying.

I write

to live

to breathe

to fight

to exist

one more

day

and

night.

When a character/idea comes knockin’

Ready to see where it goes

In the words flow

Tossing themselves about

Every chance ready to soar.

Write

Like there’s a deadline needed to be met, or maybe not.

Write~

The thought that seems to bug— which may turn into a long tale.

Write.

As i need it, for it’s much mor’ precious than any silver- or gold.

When inspired, struck like a match...the words coming alight..then write.

Carry on &.....

Write!

#WRITE.

i could write it

better than i ever speak it.

a world trapped

inside my mind.

pen more in tune

than my own voice.

relying on outside

appendages to

free me for me.

Words pounding in my head,

Begging to escape,

To be read

Thoughts, ideas, emotions,

Forming together,

Longing to be written

Slivers of my soul,

Wishing to be known

Parts of myself,

Steeped in ink,

Ready to be pressed

Against the blank sheet

Thoughts, ideas, emotions,

I must express,

To give my mind a break,

My heart a rest

The only outlet I need,

The only addiction I heed

Writing,

Such a simple,

But important thing