The Poets Flow

my emotions bleed like a turnicate unfastened my thoughts flow like wine, crystale off a glass end the words that i spew surge from my heart and the shadow of the pen dances in the dark the candle sways with each breath that i take words flow like waves initiated by quakes phrases swim like schools of fish in my mind populating the oceans with species called ryhmes the light from the candle flickers when i bleed as i run the blood of my emotions across paper with speed quick with thoughts from the subconcious they flow amazed by the words placed on paper bestowed lightening fast and quick on the draw careful not to lose the words in my mind that i saw spearing each verse with percision and skill conveying each thought on paper by will bleeding with thoughts hemoraging with emotions as poets write thoughts they flow just like oceans