I write down my thoughts
my brain is full of words
I could write a song before seven a clock
my words could fill the street on the block
I hear people have writer blocks
my mind could write a book before twelve a clock
I can't sleep at night; my brain is on some drugs
all I see is a rhyme in my thoughts
I write a poem from my heart
my life has been hard
I write about that
sometimes I write about art
My mind can't read right.
I have ADHD, and my mind goes faster than a train
I have dyslexia and see the words go into flame
I will never know how to write right, but I will never hide.
Grammar, for me, is like a wine
I learn and wake up, and all is gone
so you see, my mind is full of words
but rules don't get stuck in my brain
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