Kittykatruff

give me Words--
those glittering consonants,
syllables rolling off your tongue,
phrases rising and falling
like ocean waves,
rushing to your point on the shore
before they pull back
and rush away--

give Me words.

I am a human;
you can break me

but you do not
Define
what
makes
Me

Waves are rolling over me,
Rippling tides of blue,
They wash away the sorrows and
Say things we never knew.

They say we're all so shallow,
like a hostile, sand-filled bay;
I never knew the sea foam occupied

i'm addicted
to writing

the way the words draw me in
then 
phrases end . ---
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and the tide of the rhythm
pulls your mind back out to sea

it has strange

Inspiration is
my morning cup
of coffee.

Who needs caffeine
when you're scrambling for pen and paper
as the words rush rush rushrushrush out –

Well, truthfully, it's never in the morning
anyway

I--

there's a pause.

I blink twice.

"that's nice."

what was I going to say?

it was right there

"on the tip of my tongue"

but the words have
faded away