Poetry to me is like a bird.
Once you start, you keep going until the end.
My brain stores my ideas daily
And they flow onto the paper like magic.
Its almost like therapy
All of my stress gets poured onto the paper like a waterfall
My emotions turn to ink, on a lined sheet of paper
Writing it is like a secret code
On the outside, it had one meaning
On the inside, it has another
A more powerful meaning than before

But sometimes, after a long day
When I dont feel okay
My brain has no more words in stock
Its called Writer's Block
The words won't form inside my head
Its almost like my creativity is dead
I look around the room I'm in
And I look for objects that I can pin
I try to find something wild
Something styled
When suddenly, it hits me

It calms me like a song of Jazz
I get a dash of zing
I start to write my feelings down
And search up inspiration on Bing
I look up through my window
To see the beautiful trees
I look up at the nighttime stars
And I see all the firebees
I find some peace and quiet
Within the blowing breeze
I find the words inside my mind
And they flow onto the paper with ease.