the creator

by ashes321

July 1, 2016

she was not a creator of words

but instead

it was as if a library thrived

within the threshold of her mind

each book; a different memory

helping her form

the most intricate of phrases.

she was not a creator of words

she was a creator of a different realm entirely

where words grew like wildflowers

building the most beautiful garden

filled with the beauty of her imagination

trapped within her mind.

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Comments (2)

ashes321Jul 4, 2016

<p>Thank you ^.^ It means a lot to me when I get responses to my poems!!</p>

KnightRobotJul 1, 2016

<p>Beautifully self-centiric. As I always yell, "You don't exist apart from me!" at random passersbys. Jk. It's a lovely garden you literally have in mind.</p>