Pen to Paper Keeps Me Breathing
Location
I write so that the world might not
spin so fast
So that maybe, maybe it won't travel
1040 miles per hour
I write to freeze the Earth
in that perfect moment of candor
And in that moment I am drowning
in the blue of his eyes
The rushing feeling keeps me under
and I give in
to love's thunder
To its eloquence and hunger
I write so that youth might not
escape me
So that maybe, maybe I'll be 17
for another hour
I write to be the flower
that doesn't wither from the showers
Because in this world of acid rain
a droplet falls on every head
And no one's found the fountain
that relives them from the pain
of aching bones
and open veins
I write so that others might not
forsake me
So that maybe, maybe they'll be
me for a sentence
I write to transform life
into chewable lies
Though the stars shine bright in space
They blind the Earth
of evil and disgrace
And I panic.
Because I can see the innocence
in the face of my friends
I write to keep myself alive
Through metaphors and rhymes