Blank Note Poem by Luke Gentry

untitled blank notes are filled in with possibility and creative writting
my words moving fluid amongst mixed sentences and body structure
ideas being held within capartments of my mind waiting to unlock there full potential
At times there are niights that grow long and my patience becomes short with loss of thought
and there are nights my mind becomes alligned with rows of black chalk bords filled
with one liners and poetic sentences ready at the tip of my tounge
i will paint a picture throuh my writting capturing the artistic elegance of its compesition
its words will be my brush and the jornal my canvas
it is a cloaked satisfaction creating a perfect piece that has become my passion and drive.
the solice working on these pieces has become my therapy
making me more accepting to solitude
the dreadful ticking clock lost its allure when my days got consumed with work