A dance into words
A song into silence
the description of grace
The inscription of emotion
Word into ink
Ink on to paper
The typewriter Tit-tats
And I make simple chit-chat
Dreams of imaginary people
Making their lives
I create the scenes on the screens that entice you
Write the lines that stick in your minds
Make you think about life to keep your heart pumping
Bend, shake, and twist those plots to keep your toes tippy and your seats edgey
Creating entire worlds and characters that stick with you
Phrasing your future, your present, and your past with sneaky finger tips
Agile and prying
Recording your every thought better than you thought
Keep the dictionary close so I dont run out of words
I expand my vocabulary because i cant stop finding the right word
I stay brushed in my grammar so i am clearly understood
Carefully, tentatively placing periods and end quotes so you only know as much as I want you to know about my thoughts
I am a writer
Lights on the stage
A crowd of energy
Bass bumping
I work this muscle to make a beautiful sound
Four minutes for a description
The indescribable incripted in a code
And everyone knows the combo
Because the equation is so relatable
Even if the numbers dont match up
Even if the notes arent in the right key and im falling slowly behind on tempo you still understand what i mean
And i can translate this feeling into sound
So the rythm syncopates to your heart beat
Do you feel me
I am distilled when my spirit leaves my body and embeds itself into the propagation of pressure waves through a medium of particles that you interperate individually as correspending to me
Not considered matter but it matters
I am a singer
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Run Out Of "And"
PoetryAnd... what else is there but the cryptic that our brain makes controlled, when really edges are blurred and we are wild.
