Im Not A Poet I Wont Burn

My thoughts dont gather flare

onto the bare naked sheet.
Words without secrets,
that dont live in a dark place closet
under the stairs.
No, I have been blessed
with a simple mind never deeper
than I seem am.
Big Extravagant words dont escape shoot from my head,
and spark on the paper with the disorganized madness
of a bonfire that burns into the the stars,
their only intent to confuse daze the beholder
like a flame of its own design.
Instead my words lay still inanimate.
I sit bored, waiting for inspiration to breathe
Something that never strikes,
Im like a match that wont light ignite..
I find joy elation in the lives of others.
Stories caught combusted by simple words.
I loathe choke on lines that refuse
to be anything but
complicated complex smoke.
By: Kayleigh Henion