"What's a poet that never speaks, are he or she living?
Are they even breathing?

Are they nothing more than a hollow ghost, with words trapped in their heads, which they've never released?

Are they not breaking down fiber by fiber, because their words have not touch paper?

Have they held a knife in their handing wondering why it is not a pen with ink?
Throw down your dragger you have words to say all you need to do is let them escape!

Quit holding them my dear they are drowning you in your own tears,
the rain from your once perfect blue sky.

There's no need to worry,
not all stays gray,
now pick up your pen and paper and write,
ignite your fire.

The power of words,
a tongue that is a sword that cuts deeper and deeper.
Words that change the world,or even destroy it.

I must say this is why they mustn't stay in your brain or your world may be washed away.

Now dry your eyes quit wasting your time to write.
Save the tears for your paper,
a vapor that can be reread later."