My thoughts I must write so I will steady my pen as I intricately put these words to paper, so now I'll begin.
My thoughts I must write so I will steady my pen as I intricately put these words to paper, so now I'll begin. You see
My thoughts I must write so I will steady my pen as I intricately put these words to paper, so now I'll begin. You see, poets are just artists with so much to say, we are quite happy to spend hours writing throughout our day.
Emotion is our fuel for thought, along with love and hate, our distant memories and ideas are scribbled down, now they wait to be woven into beautiful words to which we will invigorate.
To carefully plan and create something new, from something old and make something meaningful from those words we mold.
Broken at times we may also be and taking the time to write gives much needed release. Being healed by using words brings a feeling so new and complete. Yet, sometimes I want to be feel broken, so I may rekindle lost words that hurt me, reminisce about lost romance, mend my shattered heart and relive the pain that once tore me apart.
My paper is my canvas, the words are my picture to paint a view within your mind. I can cause you to sink into my scene, as I tell you a story about where I have been.
How joy filled me when he came into my life, How everything was wonderful and being by his side felt so right. Remembering how the leaves on the trees were green, How beautiful the sky is blue, How the stars twinkle in the clear night sky and how the sunset kisses the land each day anew.
But, how many times has he broken my heart? Yet, he healed it time and time again. How I eventually turned everything around and then gave my life it's dues.
You see we poets are just like artists, our passion is just with words, I would write and use my blood to paint the sunsets and draw lovehearts if I could. I would carve and mold masterpieces with the hurt that was left behind Just to bring life to a poem or story being told within my lifetime.