Creative Writing 101

My Thumb is embarking on a great adventure
and it seems to not know where it's going.
IT somehow got lost on it's way to beauty.
Maybe waiting for something
or maybe even waiting for someone.
Wondering if the rest of the fingers would accompany her.
It wants to go far,
far into the abyss.
Far into a world were hand's don't exist.
Where people walk around with their hearts as their hands.
It wants to go somewhere,
somewhere it will be at peace.
Where fingers are seen as beautiful butterflies.It wants to escape into a soul.
A soul that is so high
it reaches God's heart.
My thumb wants to write wisdom on the chest of the unknown.
This adventure has yet to begun
because my thumb is waiting.
Waiting for the waves to show her
which way to go.

-ME



I wrote that today in my creative writing class, the first line of the poem was given by the proffesor and he said either write a poem or pros continuing that line. My prof. is mad dope, he's a very chyll guy. He liked this poem so I wanted to share it with you guys.

Blessings.