Ode to Writing

Another ode that I pulled from my 7th grade project.

My words are

Like seeds, hundreds of seeds,

Upon pages and pages of lines

All waiting to be filled with

The water and fuel of the written word.

My inspiration fills me to the brim

Like a flask of pure water,

Sweet words like candies

That flow freely upon

Blank

Pages.

It's my story.

And I control it,

To set a dragon here,

A wizard there,

Until I am rudely awakened

From

MY

Dreamland, ripped away

From

MY

World

By the raucous of the 

Dinner call,

To finish my story,

My fantasy,

Another day.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is appreciated.