Why I Write
I love words, poetic or word games. This is who I am me
Why I Write
The words come fast
I don’t chase them
They break in
loud, unfinished,
and I have to follow.
It’s not peace
not pride,
just pressure
a kind that won’t leave
until it’s let out.
I don’t polish
I don’t plan
I write before it fades
my head is always full.
Not for them
not for show
All I know is —
my poetry is given from somewhere,
though I don’t know who, or why?
words just fall out of my head.
like a gold dust from my other me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A beautiful poem about the unstoppable flow of poetic inspiration👌👌