Am I really a writer or just form some words
Do you really understand me or do I just write for the birds?
Thoughts flow through my brain all jumbled and confused
I can’t help but unscrambled them and make sense of these floating words
Bubbles form above my head
Telling stories of reality that no one else said
Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough to be on here
Sharing my stories of love, sadness and fears
So many words form into writings of my surroundings
I love sharing all of my feelings....
          Again,
Am I really a writer or
Just Wasting My
        Time....

The rhythm of the musics flows through your veins
Portraying a character when you take the stage
Emote the feeling through your breathless movements
Feeling the emotion pour out of your body
****** expressions are the most beautiful thing...
Telling the story through the eyes of
                      DANCE

A worm
entrapped burrowing
through the cold soil below
Only to
break the surface
when the
waters rise up

Hold a penny tight in your palm
Close your eyes and make a wish
As you open your eyes
Release the penny and your dreams
In slow motion the penny flies
Down the wishing well
Where all your wishes will lie
Dropping in water
Making a splash
As the droplets of water fly up in the air
Your wishes will be heard for your stories next tale...

Oxygen is to breathing
    As my
        Heart
           Is to you

Be the search light
     In the distance
        Always shining bright
            With no end it sight

To be part of the story is
                illuminating
        But
When will I be look at as a
                     Writer