Poetry

i slink around a snow globe world
i can rhyme any word you've heard
and all i need is a pencil and my poem book
sometimes dark
sometimes light
sometimes like fire burning bright
if you think i can draw , then you haven't seen me write.
the words flow from my fingertips
lucid as the night
i tie my dark hair back
in a loose ponytail
as my pencil traces a story trail
down the lines of paper
im a poet and believe ive always known it
since long before now
i put my heart in poetry
my heart ,my mind ,tranquility
beautiful as a song bird sings
is poetry
my mind ,i think in limericks and rhymes
with words i love
and pages that love to listen
the poems marked upon my heart
weave the tale i fail to tell
with out my poetry