thoughts and ideas in my head,
swimming and flowing through.
eyes wide shut, my mighty pen
press upon the plain white face.
the tip of the mighty scratches a line,
then another joins and forms;
a heavy stroke of wiggly swirl,
painting small scribbles of a picture.
the voice in the head forms the words,
and within the veins cruising and flow,
like blood, the words seep through and forms…
a permanent stain upon the white,
these thought left behind a mark.
once written out – only an empty shell
and i know, you’ll use my words however you want.