Wednesday September, 17th - Alphabet Soup

A random line hit the paper and he smiled with glee,
Because he thought there was none smarter than him.
Could he really write his own language?

Days passed, and lines became letters.
Every second was filled with more thoughts and lines.
For this time it was going to be different.

Giant thoughts became eager intensions in his mind.
He didn't stop for brakes, and
Intensions strengthened.

Jake wrote quick swift lines, and
Killed the white space left on his page
Leaving no space for question, he had created twelve letters for his alphabet.

M was replaced by a circle, and an oval connected on the inside.
Never again would he use the letters of the real alphabet he thought.
Only the letters he wrote would be used.

P was deformed into a line and a triangle strung together by a square.
Q was written with a hexagon instead of a circle, and
R was now a squiggle line struck with a slash through mid-center.

Seven thirty P.M. read his clock on a Sunday night
Time was all he needed know.
Unfrozen clocks sped along at a seemingly great pace that night.

Various shapes marked the page, and
When the clock read nine thirty P.M he was nearly finished.
X was merely a heavy dash and a hexagon linked together now.

Yelping in glee he threw the alphabet into the air in celebration.
Z had the last laugh though, because Jake forgot his own alphabet the next day.