Why Do You Write
sometimes, the words flow
like a fountain. other times,
i have to choke the life from
my fingertips just to jumble
a few words onto the keyboard.
nevertheless, i write. and write.
and write. i continue to write.
not because it is all that i know.
no. i write because i want to
leave behind a legacy long after
these words inside my head have
faded from deterioration and
that silent, eternal sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
