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Words flow from my pen like water from a faucet

                        Sometimes hot

                        Sometimes cold

It may take some time warm up, but once I get started I’m on full blast.

My work is like music.

            Unpredictable

                        Capable of moving souls

                                    Not everything I write is for everyone

           My poems do not all have meaning; they are not deep.

                       My words have rhythm, my words have style.

                                   They come from a secret part within me.

Why?

I write to release the anxiety that builds inside of me like the top popping off a champagne bottle. I write to fulfill the fantasies that play like a movie in my mind. Scene after scene all my hopes and dreams play over and over picking up the pace as they float along. I want to be everything; be everyone. I write to unravel the mystery of who I am.

            Am I an artist?

                        A poet? Musician?

                                    An explorer? A visionary?

I wish I could claim to be clever and insightful, but that would be a lie. I barely skim the surface. I am afraid if I dig too deep I might answer a question I never wanted to be asked. I never finish a piece because nothing I do is good enough.

            Fortunately, paper cannot judge the stains I fill it with. My pen cannot comprehend the words it creates and marks down on each page never to be erased.

Some say make work is magic, others call it an act. But how can I put on a show I never intended for anyone to see?

Reviews

[Pritesh]

Here is great multi interpretation of inner expression of thoughts regarding your words.I think for a poet it is a great to understand himself...keep writing:-)