Monday, April 18, 2011

Poem #401

Ahhh, I'm still sick :( But I've been writing every day :) Hopefully I can get these all posted soon :)

Imagination running wild,
Making new creations with every second.
A whole new world has been unlocked,
Growing bigger with every passing minute.
Inventing new things, creating your world,
Never ceasing, endless waves of ingenuity,
Allowing you to arouse your deepest feelings and passions.
Thoughts are flowing freely through the mind.
Ideas, so unique and special, come naturally to you,
Varying greatly in size and inspiration.
Every moment, you become even more,

1 comment:

  1. Imagination is a fantastic thing, one could think or write about anything, your poem is great, Carry on with the good work.