Writing

Writing

With my pencil,

Scribbling on my

Paper.

Letting my ideas

Run out

Like

Water through a funnel.

Just

P

O

U

R

I

N

G

And

D

R

I

P

P

I

N

G.

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Onto my sheet.

My blank sheet

Now filled with words.

Letters spill out

As if they were waiting for

Me

To bring them to

Life.

For letters may become words.

Words may become sentences.

Sentences may become stories.

They long to become stories.

Those chosen few letters may be

Spread

Around the

World.

They may become

Famous,

Those chosen few.

Those special few.

--Megan

April 7, 2010