The skull empties its thoughts,
My heart transposes into word,
Let my pen dance and bleed,
Symbolic emotion is delivered.
A Romance, dream, reality collage,
Words float, come drifting ashore,
I paint them on blank sheets paper,
working until my brain is sore.
I don’t paint with words alone,
weave together style and structure
Diligently squeeze in deep emotion,
now let the words flow, tightly cluster
Enthusiasm no doubt a writer’s high!
An Inspirational release of my insanity.
Every day, a new expression arrives.
My favorites are becoming vanity!
the only time I ever feel safe at home,
is when sitting with an empty notebook
music blaring, drafting a new poem.
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