Poems

I've told you
About these poems.
You've pictured endless
Pages, with words
Scribbled across them.

But I lied.
These poems
I speak of,
They've been
Written in my mind.

Put down on
Audible paper,
With verbal ink.

These poems exist,
Just in my head.
They've yet to
All be put on
Paper.
So I'm
Starting,
Here,
Now.

Visual paper,
Visual ink.