Words
Words running through my head, never stopping, waiting to become real, badgering, pestering, waiting to become written, flowing together like a bright blue river, words to lift, words to destroy, words to express, words of the world, all swirling around my head, I write them down, they breathe their thanks, they become life, when pen touches paper, they smile, they cry, they become part of the world, as my pen moves across the page, the story unravels, words swirling through my head, just waiting to be written, just waiting to be read, to live in the imagination of the masses, forever etched in the world, on that little bit of paper.
YOU ARE READING
The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
