Just Bleed...

When words come to my head
They flow
They trickle down my arms
to my fingers
and out like blood
flowing over my computer screen

The blood makes stories
poems
bits of writing that you will read
It will climb up their fingers
and through their arms
and into their heads.

And one day
I hope to touch someone
to make a difference in their life
Because what is the world without good?
But until then I am just a writer
a poet
I compose words out of thoughts
and just bleed...