Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Trapped inside the mind,
Screaming and yelling to get out.
Prevented by the blockade behind the mouth.
Too many words.
Too many thoughts,
swirling  and swimming all around.
Topics of all kinds.
Only to be released by the
bleeding of ink from a pen on paper, scrawling words across the blue lines.
Wanting to voice aloud, cannot find proper phrases.
But placed on paper, the screaming of words mellow, and become coherent.
Unable to be formed in a paragraph, for in the mind if full of rhyme and stanzas.
Tries to wrote for others to understand, but usually writes to clear the mind.
People speak, they are loud or quiet, aggressive or sweet. All able to voice their words aloud.
Not uncomfortable, or scared.
Nor nervous,
Just trying to  sort the swirling and swimmingwords.
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The mind gets lost within the spirals, trying desperately to
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through the voice.
Always in search of pen and paper, to scratch things down.
Wants to help other, often doesn’t know how to offer.
Has appreciation for those around, yet doesn’t know how to show or say.
Wanting to speak, mind screaming back, saying to stay quiet from years of being told not to speak.
Still unsure how to properly show affection, to family, friends, and significant other.
Cares a lot, struggling to keep pace.
The only comfort, when thoughts are sorted out through the blood of pens staining the white paper.