My poem: Words, thoughts, actions

By Ashley Lopez

Words that spill out my mouth
are daggers
Cutting and slicing
with no aim
They don’t always have a purpose,
but there they are
A constant reminder
that they cut
I wish to,
think it all through
Possibly, actually—
Say what I mean

Thoughts that run through my mind
are wildfires
uncontrolled
Thinking wicked,
instead of sane
Pondering,
the unknown
Regretting,
the ignition
of the fire
I can never seem to contain

My actions
are like two, not one—
actors improvising
Unrehearsed,
unaware of what’s to come
Practicing,
hoping,
that the scene will end
at least
‘OK’
The audience will leave
entertained,
satisfied,
but, mostly,
deepened

Thanks for reading, xo.

P.S. HAVING A HARD TIME WITH ‘OH, JULIET‘ – but it will comeee!

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