Poems from ImAnINFP

I'm terrible at explaining myself.
An Artist's Gratitude
Ever since my hands could grasp I was doodling and drawing something. I speak through my hands, not my tongue. The raddling and shaking of...
Be Okay.
Be okay. No, I refuse! I tire of being okay. I want to be a fury or a muse!  Oh please, I beg of you, Let me be crude, disheveled, and...