*I am an artist with my words

I paint a picture with what I've heard

And seen

It's boiling over

I need to

Let it out

*Brain needs to spew my thoughts somehow

I'm just no good with my voice right now

I stumble

And slur


Need to Breathe

*My fingers tremble with happy release

I can't stop writing, my thoughts won't cease

Grateful graphite

Gnawing voices

Push me

Nudge me on

*Pencil expresses feelings I'd never dream

It has a mind of its own it seems

Yellow wood

Number two

Carry my voice

Empathetic ears

~March 16, 2009~