Deep
I create
To be consumed
Fingers in my mouth
What texture are the syllables?
Symbols swirling in my throat
Too abstract for you?
Ink dripping off my tongue
I speak from my chest
Because I like the flavor
Browsing tag: creativity
Dear Imagination
Why did you float away
Through the tips of my skin
Leaving me with nothing
But logical thoughts?
Why do I align perfectly
Inside square boxes
Without any swerves
Or ticklish spots?
Make it stop because
My mind cannot conform
Or it will rot!
About the Author
Allyson is a writer, world traveler and future naturopathic doctor. This blog is her personal collection of poetry and art.