My rants, ruminations, and ramblings,

Sometimes so beautiful, like an angel's wings.

But most of the time, they're ugly and raw,

Dragging me down like a heavy, old claw.


I try to keep my thoughts in check,

But sometimes my mind becomes a wreck.

I pour out my heart, my soul, my pain,

Only to feel like I'm going insane.


Sometimes my words are like art,

Glorious and stunning, straight from the heart.

But then they twist and turn, causing harm,

A venomous snake, hissing its charm.


I wish I could control this constant flow,

Of feelings and thoughts, a never-ending show.

But I can't help but let them spill,

My rants, ruminations, and ramblings, so real.


They may be ugly, and they may be raw,

But they're a part of me, flaws and all.

So I'll keep writing, no matter what they bring,

My rants, ruminations, and ramblings, a beautiful thing.