"just a little. bit."
writing.
it's the act that loosens me.
climbing and dancing and shouting, those do it too
but in a different way than this does.
i see the white. blank. page.
it's intimidating.
but then i make one tap of a key and it's like my fingers took a hit of something strong.
i don't know what i'm going to talk about
until i get Right. here.
want me to talk about flowers? I'll do it.
petals fall one by one
does he love me___does he not.
i could talk about balloons, human anatomy, the freckles on my nose
Obama...ya actually, probably not.
i'm the most liberal conservative you've ever met.
believe me on this, i'm Here. i'm there.
punctuation and Capitalization matter. trust me. Hear.
if writing's a passion, why don't i do it more?
i should. i Will. lately it's been hard to start.
if the page was Purple, would it be so tough?
maybe not (Go Frogs), the edge wouldn't be so rough.
it's amazing what the white. blank. page. can take out of you.
Mumford said it one time, his Sons said it more.
this jarbish and flip flop make sense in my head
if not for you: I challenge - pick up a pen.
write what you think. that thought. Your mind.
put down the spirals twisting inside.
then say Holla! that's right fool, i did what you said.
Next time challenge me, cuz i've got more in my head.
