First Sonnet

I love writing as a personal ability

I can use it and make whatever I want as I see fit

It feels enlightening, and has the capacity to be frightening

There is no way I will use the term “lit”

No, there are no terms to describe it for me

I use it every day, or at least think about it, I am not obsessed with it

Coming up with such ideas is always good with a cup of British tea

For my level of skill despite being only above average I do not contest it

Creations Encompassed

Singular, I am one singular being?

I disagree, I am many, and many am I

That belief always sways while I flip a dime

“Will these thoughts change with enough time?”

There is no one to answer but myself

The mind both does and does not have such wealth

I hear the silence as music

Although off-topic, I peer through the darkness

The light shines through and I am in a world of white

Too bright, then too dark

It is no walk in the park

This is my mind, why not have a look inside

I disagree with me being one

I live in all of my creations who will not be undone.