I don't know why I write
But certainly i like it
The peace induced on the subconscious
By just overflowing word's
Clears my deepest thoughts
It just feels so great
I'd say it's another plane of excitement
A magical wonder at discovering self
And just how the subconscious
Picks nightmares for Dreams

A rose is just a wild flower
To someone, interest is critical
As even the most beautiful poem
Are just crafted word's
To someone
But earth with no art
Is just e_h.