PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Words, I have a million, and plenty more where they came from

Itchy like ants tittering under my skin.

Yet most of them,

Die before they live.

I am poised, frightened- even

To let my brilliance begin

So it would seem, I’ve come to write

Things that I think will be swallowed

With not a bitter after taste

Or criticism of tomorrow

But of accepting nods

And intellectual fodder.