Words

what my writing means

Words that I can't speak

I scribble on a simple sheet

The words flow out

With every emotion

My tears spill out

In only a sentence

I pick up a pencil

Use a worn out journal

Let my imagination run

Free of rules

My thoughts take over

Achieve happiness

In some writing

Reviews

[Soma-ko]

The beauty of poems, is that it holds no boundaries, quite literally. Words can be run on, sentences incomplete, the shape of the poem itself can be molded however you want it to be. I enjoyed your poem, and loved the simple yet potent story behind the poem.

[CriticalxxAngel]

Thank you that really means a lot