Nutty Rainbows Ate a Path Down Our Pipes

Our point always seems valid

Feelings blossom into words

In a Creative Writing class

We can all be ourselves

Or somebody else if we choose

Intense feelings soar

Lively and endangered

People make us smile

Our lucky horse shoe

Shape shares laughs

--A college collage

Of poetry show and tell

A place away from the world itself

Spirituality is not dead

Itπs dying on the screens

We write upon--this itch

To write hits hard like wanting

To scratch between our toes with boots on

Tapping upon a dirty school tile

That stays away four squares

From the others, repeating

A hitch in the bitching until

Silences here are filled to the brim

With questioning ears hearing

The wise floor laugh like a fool