Words Inside Poem by Jose Lu

My hands clapped,
Gripping hard, Holding like a clam that afraid of it's pearl

I know it, feel it
Inside it, words

Silent, even in here
They're never spit out to speak about them
Like a code, symbol
the small, they're vibrating around
like magic, as if they're flying
growing little wings, they're tickling
dancing in silence, in hand

They're waiting to be free,
waiting for the hand that'll blossom like a rose,
spelling, spill them on papers,
or scrolls, scraps or books,
like a water from imagination that boileth over,
trough the veins in hands, to spread magic,
to stick them in.They'd want to be free.

Small, beautiful
like painting, as if carved
They're neat, flying and wonder in black,
carrying messages, scattered around
they mean is unknown now, waiting to spill them around

They're waiting, waiting,
to world to see
to a hand that'll pick and arrange them, like flowers in garden,
they want to tell, to chained,
for eyes to see, how they tell magic

My hand is clapped,
words inside it, waiting to spill
Gently vibrate, it's waiting
time, time passing,
let it tell them to waiting