Another Poem

I wrote this when I was bored in one of my classes when I was in college. Hope you like it. =)

The Writer

Creativity
My workshop
Imagination
My tools
Analytical thinking
Cannot live in this world
Where rules always stretch and bend

A pen and some paper
My organs
The ink
My blood
My hands
The machinery that follows only me

Your critics, your doubts
Your suggestions, your feelings
Is the are that I breathe
Come into my blood
Helps my brain to its work

My mind
Full of wonders
My heart
Not made of stone
My mind
Digests creates and guesses
My heart
Feels it way to your bones

Come into my workshop
Come in if you dare
My doors are always open
But you can’t guess what’s in there

Whatever door you come in
A new adventure awaits
But beware
Looks have always been deceiving
One last caution that I give
My work
You have to understand
For once you come inside my workshop
You leave reality behind

=July 20, 1998