Nathaniel
Just an avid fiction writer hobbyist who dreams of a career in writing. Check me out at Nathaniel-Writes.com
My words probe in the base of my skull
struggling to juggle like balls in the air
images on trampolines jumping into my head
living words bathing naked at river’s edge.
I gather my words in baskets of silence
scratching the surface of slick solitude
slipping into minds to draw out gems
scrambling words to make them flow
I brush words from shoulder length strands
curl the ideas around my searching fingers
grind my teeth, chomping on throbbing pain
following the miles of my etched phrases.
Words blush my skies in sublime murmurs
inlaid hearts and closed eye dances
moon crooning the corpse of raw words
I dread the day when words don’t matter.