Ideas come in different forms,
All which have their separate norm.
Some are dark, spooky and scary,
While some others are too cheesy.

All those ideas swirl around me,
As I try to pick the best suited tier.
I get drawn to the bright ones,
But the dark is what I'm best at.

Once I catch one, I start writing,
Writing, writing, till my hands are hurting,
Because the idea won't let go,
Until I let its story free.