Poetry.

The words come easily,
Worlds flow from the end of my pen,
My life is given meaning.
I reach out
From the void
And shout aloud to the whole world.
I become master of all,
Jack of none,
I make you sit up and take notice.
I maybe nothing in the flesh,
invisible,
Disposable,
But when I am comited,
To life,
To paper,
I make you see me.
Nothing can silence the words
That fall like shooting stars,
Slivers of heaven
Thrown to earth.
You might be able to ignore me when I speak,
But when I write
You will all hear my words.