The Words

8-15-08...this is about writing

The words come out of nowhere

picking them right out of the air

I didn't know I had them all

locked so tightly away

waiting to burst free

the sheer power they hold

scares the crap out of me

alive, crawling through my mind

through my blood to my fingertips

the pen is not fast enough

to capture the words pouring out

even as I write this

I lose valuably thoughts

that I hope come back to me

but if not, they weren't to be.

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[Ahmad]

aint that the truth