Speaking My Mind

When I’m alone, I think.

When I think, I start to form words.

But then, those words become bigger and bigger; more and more.

I begin to thread those words together, into long lines.

As if it was popcorn on a string during Christmas.

Thread and thread.

Those words slowly become sentences.

And then a final phrase.

A phrase of words that mean something.

Some people may call that poetry.

A work of art.

I simply call it

Speaking

My

Mind.

Secrets

Secrets

A simple word

I tell you a secret, and you tell me a secret

But the simplicity of that word

It does not even begin to explain the meaning

The consequences of breaking a promise

How much it can spread if it leaves your mouth

People today act without thinking

And when you don’t think

You may just slip out a secret

And then the dominos slowly fall

Knocking over each other, a chain reaction

And like that

You may just lose the one who told you that secret

The meaning of a secret

Is almost a promise

Something that shouldn’t be broken

A simple word with a massive meaning

Secrets