Glean a murky whisper
Tame a bearing shout
Why accept the word of others
When yours are dying to get out?
Their are times to shout your whisper
And times to silence your cry
But if you can't express your OWN words
Kiss your real world goodbye

I found my soul in solitude
Hidden between the spaces
Now my love has broken the altitude
But has she trounced the laces?
The consummate knot can come undone
And take with it my soul
Was I better off before, when my half was whole?

Do just what your body suggests
Try to live a day without your regrets
Don't separate what's at heart or in mind
Leave all of your preconceptions behind
Live by the beat echoing in your chest
Stop your mind from putting your body under arrest

When a poem becomes a pome
Are the letters to blame
Or has it been the fruit of life all along

Some people are too busy reading stories to write their own.
If you want to create a story worth reading, quit sitting on the shelf with a book, and start writing something