Heavy Arts

I can’t stop my brain sometimes 

The flow of words and wonders are so fast 

That to try to cut through is near to drowning 

I want to focus and be calm 

But the baseless imaginations and scenarios 

Are too real and too loud

The heart doesn’t help at all

It beats an erratic rhythm 

Synonymous to the velocity of my thoughts 

And I try to stop. I really do 

But so many words, so many Beautiful words 

So many sad and dark words 

Just too much to contain and to be written down 

I overflow with creativity and madness 

An abstract world of pain 

That I think only I can truly understand 

An art with no skill just emotions 

It’s too personal to be made public 

Yet I make a public display of my Personal art 

It’s personal, but the point is that 

I hope someone else finds it personal too