I Write...

Sitting at my computer,
Typing in the dark,
The only other sound perceived are those of howl and bark,
My windows are closed,
Shutters clearly drawn,
Shadows cast by candle flame,
I’ll be writing until the dawn.
I stare into the screen,
Let the words type themselves,
My fingertips dance across the keys,
But my mind is somewhere else,
I barely think when I lay words down
Across the empty page,
People say my writing is of someone not my age,
However it is hard for me,
To relate to simple speech,
Not mixed with feeling,
Not with something deep to teach.
Rhymes fit together,
Like a groove within a socket,
Moving together, rhythmically, and clicking like a locket.
I channel thoughts of others,
To come and who have passed,
Write of experiences that transgress what is, to ever last.
Place the commas, so that,
The flow, wont be, disturbed,
Decide on spacing,
Now, and then,
So that the scheme fits word post word.
The art of the simple word,
Is something rarely seen,
It’s hard to appreciate what the connotations truly mean.
Each word stirs a reaction,
Different than blatant definition,
Letting the mind control feelings transition,
Into a world of blind and pure perdition.
You can take a person from where they have never been,
And let them experience pain,
Let them see the blood you spill when you lead a life of vain,
Let them feel the razor, slowly drag across your skin,
Let them understand why someone would commit the ultimate sin.
Be the tour guide on the journey
Of the human psyche and mind,
Take them out of themselves, to which reality they are blind.
So here I am alone,
At my computer screen,
Pouring out my heart,
Into works of art, I really mean,
Sculpting feelings with written word,
Stroking the canvass with rhyme,
Creating something that will last,
Past the end of time.
Hoping someone will stumble,
Upon my humble thoughts,
Read the web I create,
Get emotionally and mentally caught.
I write to be profound,
I write because I’m deep,
And I write because I have things that haunt me in my sleep,
I write because I am depressed,
I write because I have learned,
And I write so that others wont have to take my lessons in turn.
I write to help the people,
Who have no where else to go,
I write because there are, too many things I know.
But the real reason I write,
Is to catch reactions like this,
When people are amazed,
That people like me,
Truly exist.

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With love, K Kristina