thoughts need color too

write so even the skeptics

find their questions answered

in the next breath, like you knew they'd ask—

like a quiet dance,

a step ahead,and no one’s left guessing.

picture that wise friend,

clueless to the topic

or maybe just someone you made up.

write like it's coffee talk,

plain words, no jargon walls.

keep it raw,

in your own voice, no copy-paste noise

build from scratch- bones to skin.

& oh find the heartbeat of each thought,

then show it, clear and bare.

what are you really trying to say?

simplify it till even a child could know.

every paragraph, a punch, a purpose

every line, like Bennett said, a verb that moves,

a beat that hits hard.

german words, latin words, mixing it up like jazz—

keep it grounded, avoid the fluff.

don’t repeat yourself.

yes, it’s tempting,

but push past that itch to circle back.

hold intention like a thread;

find the obstacle & unravel—

therefore.

here’s why.

answer more, ask less,make it yours to prove.

finish early, time to spare,to reread, to repair.

speak like you’re explaining

to someone who knows nothing,

building sense from ground zero.

rewrite, rework, read it out loud,

find the parts you left half-done

and go back to them, make them all whole.

always circle back root to the start,

and break the rules, just enough

to make your voice come through.

but then- why all these hoops?

why do I have to bend my words

into rules and boxes,

into quiet shapes?

what good is it if it sounds like everyone else?

I want my voice raw & unchained

not a polished formula, all perfect & trained.

where’s my freedom to write wild without

weighing phrases?

i’m tired of these markers, these rules to obey

if writing’s my only own

why drown out my voice till it’s filtered & plain

my thoughts- they need color too.