poetry the calm

thoughts go unheard

beating drums, heartbeats on the back of the mind

we are

we are writers, dancers, jazz musicians and actors

we cry, laugh and play trumpet 

metaphore's crash against us

similes course through our veins 

create chaos, beauty 

simplicity in the form of a complex string of letters

we know what it says

it spells out who we are

allows us to be there, here, her

everything and everybody that we 

are, were and ever will be

poetry is that

its more than that

its the exact distance between your eyes, your hands and your brain

sends spiders running up your arms

tiny thin feet tapping your shoulder, your neck

it causes chills

creates everything you need

quenches, satisfies, allows

we believe in calm