Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Thoughts flow in my mind
and overtake
my brain
until I can't control
or contain those thoughts
any longer.
They take
me to words
and upon paper
as well as
on the computer screen
is where they belong.
Instead of in my head,
they find
themselves
upon sheets of paper
and fixated on web sites
like www.postpoems.com
and www.poetry.com.
Sometimes,
my thoughts and words
are scarce,
but other times
I can sit and write
for hours on end,
which leads to exposing
a larger chunk
of me
with a wide range
of an audience
when I share
all my work...
no matter
what I think
or feel about it
because I think
I'd be selfish
if I kept it all
for just me.
I like to share
it all
to see
where it can lead me
and hopefully
it can help
someone
make it through
some things, gain some
poetry experience,
motivate others to write,
help people see
that they're not
alone,
and ever so much
more than what
I can ever
express
by mouth or page
or text or song
or whatever have you
because poetry
is the highest
level of expressionism
for me,
but I can't even
ever address it all.
No one can,
but yet I try
time and again
to share myself
with the world
and find
what's really
deep within
me
and learn
more about what
I
think,
feel, want,
desire, crave, yearn,
and ever so much
more.
So,
when the world
sees
all I write
and thinks it's a lot,
it's really not
because even when
I can stop
to write
I still can't
capture it
all
when some thoughts
and ideas
are lost
everyday
to circumstance.
I just can't
stop
whatever I'm doing
to write
all the time,
but, oh,
I do try
ever so much.
All I can
do is wait
until I find
myself
lost in the world
of poetry
and expose myself
when the mood
strikes me
to sit
and have
another one
of my
writing tangents.