Poetry

A jumble of words
That twist and turn
A mix of emotions
That overjoy and hurt.

An exquisite piece of artwork
Made up of rhymes and phrases
Maybe I could write a song
Of compliments and praises.

All I wish to do is write
To write of all I feel in life.
To paint a picture with my words
To take away what really hurts.

I'd love to make my pencil fly
With random things or questions of why.
To bring a smile to a stranger's face
With words, creating a loving embrace.

I wish to tell
The world of
What writing brings
The joy and love.

To SHOUT OUT LOUD
That yes I'm proud
Of lots of things I've written.
No longer
Will I let my happiness be hidden.

I love to write
I love it so much
Give me an hour
And it won't come close to enough.

A feeling of content
And utter satisfaction.
Of pride decreasing, love revealing
And emotion interaction.

I love the beautiful reality
That this
Is not a dream.
This feeling is as real
As any nightmare seems.

I love to write
This poetry,
Such a jumble of words.
I love the joy
I love the smile
I even love
The hurt.