A way to get rid of thoughts
A way to release imagination
A way to processing life
A way to explore the universe of emotion
A little page
So much to say
So much to dig through
To get to the story
Things are spoken
On a screen or page
Emotionless yet-
So full of emotion
A small head
So crammed full of things to go through
So many things to say
And the little voice never stops
The little voice
Judgement or encouragement?
Praise or criticism?
Help or silence?
The hand that moves
With so little grace
Yet with so much passion
A fountain of words
The fountain of words
You see taken apart
Reconstructed
Redone
Transitions made
Cuts and takes
Adds and takeaways
Love and hate
Of something so close to your heart
But on the top of your self
When all works together
Magical things can happen
When magical things happen
Happiness blooms
Emotion flourishes
Love abounds
Love for something so dear
So lovely
Something close to your heart
But in top or your self
Processed in your brain
But out through your fingers
On a screen or page
The imagination never ends
The things that come
From a mind that whirls
With sparks and pops
Of wheels and gears
Always turning
Always thinking
Always churning
Always thinking
YOU ARE READING
𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 || 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetryinfatuation (n.) (m.) being completely carried away by foolish love or affection The thoughts of my heart course through my brain like a raging river. They haunt me until I let them go. Down to the paper before they write themselves a story. One...
