Just thinking

Thinking... with a pen is a dangerous combination
chiseling thoughts into words that will be seen for the rest of existence
etching brain-waves into phrases
whatever I wish to write
I could engineer a poem to be somebody's legacy or someone's demise
never to be erased
No longer thoughts, they become reality- truth on paper
an open epistle, epithet, or epitaph
whatever I chose
I could make or break you
Pray you dont get on my bad side