My Head Poem by christina tina mcintosh

all these poems inside my head, running and screaming inside my head
shouting to be let out, when i awake i jot them down,
before i lose them on the ground, i find my paper and pen,
before i lose them once again, all these poems inside my head,
shouting at me to let them out, somtimes i dont know what all the fuss is about, all the poems inside my head, shouting to be heard again,
they want the world to see them again, to show them what there made with, all the poems inside my head, never giving me time to spare, running this way and that, making sure i write them down,
if i'm quick i catch the lot, before they fall out of my head,
i i lose a minute and dont write them down, then theregonenever to be found, under my pillow lies my paper and pen, never knowing when i will need them again, all the poems inside my head, silly ones love ones, there all the same to me, just sitting there inside my head, for all the world to see, just waiting until i write them down, so the world can have a frown, , , .. the end.