A Creative Mess

Banging my head on the desk

I’m such a creative mess

Wish I could tip it to the side

And watch every thought pour through my ear

I can’t make these things tangible

These little pieces I take with me as I walk

They get stuck inside my head

And it’s my mission to release them

They sit and sulk inside

Until they feel like jumping out

At the least opportune time

As I’m walking to class

As I’m making my dinner

Write it all down

Write it rapidly so I don’t forget

Scoop every last bit

Till its all on the page

Then leave it for a while

Walk away, a mini vacation

Put my energies into something else

And somehow slowly I’ll fall back in

To a spiral of spinning words

Spilling over the edges of the page

Till again, I am emptied out

But I cannot do it myself

This spiraling, scooping sensation

I need someone to drag it out

To make me remember my captures

To help me set them free

And after all ideas have been awoken

I can sit inside my mind for a while

Curl my knees into my chest

And hear what the silence has to say

I’ll wait patiently

Till I can decorate

My ideas with beautiful intricacy

Till I can make the words fly away

As you read them

But rest assured,

The words will come