my pencil bleeds out its grey led
with all the words that could be said
painting out a collage of emotion
revealing a deep rooted devotion
hidden within a preconceived notion
waters raging like an unstable ocean
grey blood splashed all over the place
trying to win this unstoppable race

Ready to explode
Wait a minute, don’t leave me
Things will get butter

Let the words flow
Let them out
Let them go

Put them on a page
Express your joy
Release your rage

And as you go
And spill your guts
The world will know
You're truly nuts

This is my only and first ever poem
that I did scribe upon my phone.

A pal of mine does it, does it with ease.
She makes it look easy, just like a breeze.

But it's harder for me, with my thumbs of ham.
I prefer full-sized keyboards, as that's who I am.

Typing and retyping and then wrestling the spellchecker.
If I tried this while in my car, I would surely need a wrecker!

Squinting, so that I don't have to strain my eyes.
To say that I'm enjoying this, would be nothing less than lies.

Well there you have it, I'm finally done.
I'm gonna pass on this foolishness ... and let her have all the fun.