To Write
With paper like my holy grail/
Fingers that mean savior/
I write my path/
Words that are footprints padding against even the harshest of hearts/
They can change your mind/
Furnished eyes torn bare with the raw truth scrawled across this page/
I write for the power that is birthed from free will/
Words that plaque you with there haunting veracity/
I write for the flip of my mind when odd turns in to miraculous recollection/
Feeling’s that have been waiting to be summoned/
Waiting to be defined with just one stark voice in this sea of shallow murmurs/
A million kisses as something stirs from your depths/
Thick steams of emotion found only in the flesh of life/
Hot tears as your mind opens and your soul evolves/
Another body/
Another home/
Another life/
The most intimate of adventures/
The most persuasive promise there is/
Words/
Words can make peace/
They can wage wars with nothing but ivory tongues/
They can pluck the yellow syrup of life out of one hollow strip of death/
They can make you who you aren’t/
Decide whom you wish to be/
Give you envy/
Give you creamy love intertwined with beaten sympathy/
I write words to make changes/
I write words to lap waves inside your thoughts/
Twist a mind in the most wondrous of ways/
With imagination that is wrapped in humble flags and placed on the lowest of pedestals/
Writing is hidden in homeless dirt/
In dank caves that can swallow you up/
In oceans that breathe our secrets/
In every smile/
In every heart/
In every memory/
In every hand/
In every human/
There is writing/
It reins over us all/
How we connect/
It is sewn into the growing cracks of humanity/
It is freedom/
A blanket of virtue given to us all/
I write for me/
I write/
Because my words will one day change the world/