On Writing

I write to free my mind, my thoughts
A deadly weapon to society
You pick up a gun or a knife
I pick up a pen and let my words start to fight
You fill your emptiness with drugs
Whereas I fill it with haunting words
I see things that you can’t see
I allow myself to learn more than you will ever know
I watch, I listen and most importantly I feel
Then I write
I don’t care if I make a difference when I write
At times I know my words can change or even save a life
And just when you think I have nothing left to say
I pick my pen right back up for a new day
And I write

Hedonist Poet

On Writing