I don't write good

I was never taught how to make my thoughts flow like water across the page

I can’t inspire with the mere flick of a pen and splash of ink

My ideas aren’t out there

They’re in here

In my mind

Clamoring against each other

Yearning to slip out and splatter

Against the world

 

I can’t make them understand what I’ve come to realize by silently

Observing

Watching

Waiting

They’ll never know the secrets that I hold

Locked away inside this useless body

That punches the words into unrecognizable shapes

Keeping my mysteries hidden within

 

I never could open my soul and make them cry

Touch pen to paper and move mountains

Burn down cities

Destroy nations

Bring peace by way of a whimsically shaped line on a scrap of nothing

 

Words

Don’t

Come

Easy

To

Me

 

All this f*****g wonder

Swirling around

Incoherent

Filling and filling

Soon to break the dam that holds them back

Keeps them from pouring out of my mouth

Out of my ears

Out of my nose

Out of my eyes

 

If only someone could find the key

And unlock the door that hides things away

Just behind my eyes

They would unleash a damned hurricane

Screaming out and flooding into every nook and cranny it can find

Drowning those who do not run for higher ground

To watch this majestic force of nature rush past them

 

But no

I will stay

Locked away

In this vessel that restricts me

Until my time is spent

And my secrets die with me

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

Ironic for someone who has trouble finding words to create you created something that was well written.well done from my point of view

[Olivia]

Thank you!