Poetry flowing through me head
Ink flowing on the page
These words slowly becoming a work of art
These phrases dancing through my head like a flickering candle
Coming and going like the flick of a switch
Fleeing my grasp even as a I reach for them
These artistic words spewing forth from my ordinary hands
These works of beauty coming forth from an otherwise unremarkable face
These works naught but a creation of my imagination
I write to touch others
I write to show that I have a soul
I write to show that simple words can do more than anything physical ever could
In my mind these words a blurring mass
In my mind I toss words about with abandon
In my mind only the most insane could dwell
And with the stemming of this flow
I end this sporadic session of creativity
