There are many amino acids
But not nearly as many as there are
people

But,
like us,
humans
They are identical except for one key part
that makes them
intrinsically
completely
unique

A grand musical is underway!
Actors and actresses scurrying about
Memorizing their lines written by poets
Weaving sweet phrases
Conveying positivity
Encouragement
Cheerfulness
Artists shaping the smile
The relaxed pose
Arms open and inviting
Ready for instant hugs
A harpist for the mouth
Melodious
Joyful
Sounds
All this is at play
So, how is it possible
For one
To look deeper
And see what’s really behind the smile?

They were my friends
They aren’t now...
Is that really true?
Or is it just me,
distancing myself?

I write like a paintball machine
Spitting out ***** of paint
In flights of fancy

I write like I think
My thoughts
And emotions
Coming alive

I write like a roller coaster
My mood swings apparent
High to low
And sometimes
Just plain wired

I write like I sing
At moments belting it all out
Other times, softer
Taking the effort
To sing so others will like it

I write like a camera
Taking snapshots
Of everything surrounding me
Both outside
And inside

I write like I cry
The words coming out like an endless waterfall
In a short burst of emotion
Before it stops
And I am light as a feather

I could compare my writing to so much
It’d probably take longer than I have
To name them all
But with just this
I’m sure you can relate

Writing can be a lovely thing