Headaches, Malfunctions, and funny little Skeletons.

Poetry

Flowers laugh in the morning sun and whisper amongst each other in hope that no one will hear them.
Clouds bump heads and shower down their thoughts and quite honestly I've never wrote poetry this way.

I let sadness flow from my fingertips like blood from an open wound because my sadness use to bleed like an open wound.

And most people don't understand poetry and the ways in which it works, like a type writer speaking to a keyboard.

How do I write poetry so that you understand, I don't pause when I write, and I write if I'm in a pause. I talk when I write and I write when I talk. Talking is speaking and speaking between a keyboard and typewriter has most of you confused. But this how I express myself. Like a keyboard to a typewriter and I let it bleed out of me like an open wound in a field of flowers, under angry clouds, in the morning sun.