There I sat reading books by Stephen King,
Robert Bloch, J.K. Rowling, and I got 2 thinking.
How did these people fall N love with words?
Somehow through time they became gifted lords.
As 4 me, I realize . . .
. .There R things’ N this world that Nspire,
If U can picture my heart’s Dsire
Is 2 control my destiny on an ambitious wire;
4 my love of words has 2 transpire.
2 B able 2 bend reality 2 my liking;
Creating thoughts through analyzing,
2 succeed by sending my ideas 2 U by telekinesis.
Even if U say with contempt, “ who wrote this?”
So before U close my book, realize this:
Hidden N these words there is a thesis.
As I do my best with the given ability.
N time, my goal is 2 Mprove my love story.
My journey through fiction and reality.
Words will come so I should not worry.
I C as I realize. . .
N my world I can make words that Nspire,
Bcause I can choose my life of Dsire,
Where each letter is connected by my delicate wire.
It’s not complicated 4 my dream 2 transpire.
Nside this poem I C words I like, I hope U do 2.
That all I want 2 B is a writer born like U.
KEEP WEEPING 4 me 2 KEEP WRITING
__________________ its time to leave into the great beyond.