Searching through many ideas, inventing things as I go along with

Washing it with sympathy, collecting in my mind,memorialized for all time in this rhyme of poetry.Set forth from within, sorrow shows itself timidly, vulnerably, to the world outside.Heart of grief, gingerly held with childlike hands,afraid it will spill out and be trampled by death’sinsistent embrace.

deep in contemplation, staying far from everyone.Writing to show others how their behaviors, attitudes, abuse,cruelty can affect another human being without them even knowing.There’s no one on earth I talk to about the hurt, abuse, crueltyI’ve had to endure from someone I thought was a friend.A poetical journey is laid open before everyone in poetry,…

bereft of beauty.Beautiful flowers, sitting atop greenery,showing off their bright colors like anatural rainbow.Giving excellent auras,touching upon extreme thought processes asthey write it all down on an inner screen.Getting it set to place in a poem – theentire picture, thought all at once anddescribed fully so anyone can see its’place in life.

Light shining, illuminating it’s serenity and beauty.Unfolding fragrant scents for times to come, bowingto life as it becomes undone silently with nointerference or disharmonic gaiety.Lifelessly blowing apart years of maturity and sense-less noise, while bringing together all of life’smoments stored away since childhood.Looking sideways into inner shadows of a future,closing it’s doors as I reach…

Shining displacedly across my mind, following designs mindfully into innate puzzles, falling into places of natural desires and being placed on many pages, blankly staring at me from under my pen.