Splattered Words
It seems words fly on the paper
No idea how, just like vapor
The words appear one after the other
It's a work of art unlike another
It isn't even a challenge
Just like a door on a hinge
One word opens another gateway
A portal to something better to say
This is my art, my expression
But I have one confession
It can't ever be mine alone
There has to be some inspiration shown
Or else there is nothing to write
But the work still seems quite alright