Haphazard Lines
Poem written for WordStruck. Topic: Writing
Haphazard Lines
My words don't tell stories,
at least not sensible ones.
I'm not a sensible person.
I mold my lines into words.
Are they simple? Common?
To me they are original.
They collide and create alien shapes.
The rush of blind inspiration
raises the intensity of my shaking hand.
Speaking is much easier.
Quicker.
Interpreting words is much harder.
Yet we all still do it.
Why?
Why do I stain this page with my haphazard lines?
It's my identity,
and it lasts
forever.
About the Creator
Amanda Reifert
Nebraska native, psychology student, novice model, lover of the written word and all things geeky.
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