Plucking words with precision
Laying them out on the screen
Nurturing and comforting
Like sweet cotton candy daydreams
Relentlessly writing about oneself
Raw emotions and the pain they bring
Like a tattoo artist practicing
Using the last space on his limbs
Loosening the leash on verses
Running wild without control
Fibre optic nerve endings protruding
Like an extension of one\'s soul
Poems can be picked apart and dissected
Or overlooked on the shelf
Sharing work can be like sharing needles
Detrimental to one\'s health
Have respect for fellow artists
See how their cogs and gears mesh
They\'ve bared their teeth
And exposed their soul...
They\'ve paid their pound of flesh