Kamikaze my rage, to the page.
Blank vision to my excitement.
Distorted views cloud any judgment.
Proper writing Etiquette, hold back my artistic Everett.
Paragraphs corrected by an adult, read by a child, misconstrued by the minds of the occult.
Why can we not write how we feel?
Read the way meant to be heard.
Feel the misspellings of a hurried pen.
Understand the face behind the words.
Movies are better….