These words

The ideas are flowing, pulsing through my mind So many things to wonder Colors, people, animals, whatever I can find; I look, I listen, I hold my breath to hear the words and rhymes, This is music, this is wonderful These words can hold time; The sentences flow with time and in beat I cannot help myself Listening to these works is a treat; To hear such passion, one cannot resist the call One has to write, one has to create One has to speak out for all; I want to create, anything that I want it to be Something a brush cannot capture Something that is worth to hear than see; To create such poetry is not an easy task to take I want my words to be from my mind Not copy another’s and be a fake; I try my best to capture the ideas and love I wait in front of the blank screen These ideas don’t just fall from heaven above; I lay on the green grass outside or on my bed I swim through the words in my mind I keep searching till I’m lost in my head; I wait and wait, making up sentences and rhymes I playfully type away Writing then erasing from time to time; I look into my heart to express what I am feeling Sometimes I get what I want Sometimes I end up staring at the ceiling; I look back on my sketches and art The colors and expressions My drawings and words both come from the heart; Sometimes I write for fun Sometimes for work or school, whatever the task I am happy with my work when I’m done; I look back to see what I got Sometimes I hate my work or love it Do I remember to save it? Probably not; There are no limitations on what I can do I want to write, I want to rhyme I want to create for others like you So for those who couldn’t follow on what I said I write because it is art I love to express what goes on in my head.