WRITING..MY WORDS MY DRUG

WITHOUT WRITING I AM NOTHING

EXCEPT A STORY GOING UNTOLD

A NOVEL FILLED WITH UPS AND DOWNS

PAST PRESENT NEW AND OLD

I WRITE BECAUSE I NEED IT

TMY WORDS ARE MY DRUGS

THE PAPER IS MY REHAB

AND THE WORDS ARE MY HUGS

WHEN I WRITE ITS LIKE ARMS AROUND ME

I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IS OKAY

THEN I HAVE SOME SANITY

TO CARRY ME THROUGH ANOTHER DAY

I WRITE BECAUSE IM DAMAGED

BUT BROKEN IS NOT ME

MY DAMAGE IS NURTURED BY THE SWEET RUSH I GET

WHEN I SIT AND WRITE POETRY

I WRITE CUZ IF I DONT

IM A THUNDERSTORM WAITING TO HIT

SO INSTEAD OF ME BLOWING THOUGH SOCIETYS PEACE

I LET THE PAPER FEEL EVERY BIT

I THINK ITS CRAZY BEAUTIFUL

TO TAKE YOUR THOUGHTS AND CREATE ART

LIFE IS FILLED WITH PLENTY MOMENTS TO WRITE

AND THERES NEVER A WRONG TIME TO START