I write because if I didn't I would choke on my thoughts like a piece of half-chewed steak. I would gag, turn red and meet certain death from the inside out. No need for first aid. I write.
I write to express the dark and the heavenly snapshots that sit undeveloped in my mind potentially creating blurs and plaque over time. I paint pictures with words in lieu of oil base My pen draws me within It is the high that I chase. I write.
I write because words are my music Poetry my score. I close my eyes, disappear. Shhhh. Can you hear? That motion picture soundtrack? The stories that play havoc and bliss in my brain are much more captivating than real scenes too mundane to name. I write
I write because without it I just couldn't breathe. I'd huff and puff And finally asphyxiate on just.... me. Words are my blood sharing life from my core Yet my pain is tinted with rainbows. Open me up; watch me pour. I write.
On behalf of all poets who have ever lived and are yet to be born.