with the click of the knuckles,
she writes again.
describing in scribing joy, sorrows and pain.
pestering her muses catching them on a page
with words weaving nets holding them hostage.
Themes that bind them, also tie them fast.
There is no turning back once the net is cast.
she plucks them and sorts them at a whim,
many dont understand what lies within.
Out of her heart must come many demons
and lighted causes,
of which never seems an end of sources.
The world is crazy and so is she,
happily she may always be.
after all excuses are hard to find
and what isn't possible in the mind?
there she goes semi sane;
with the click of the knuckles,
she writes again!
I thnk this is great now ;-)
I thnk this is great now ;-)
A regig of this ol' writing gig.
hope it has improved :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."