Punctuation; Develop Next Week

Hard surfaces yet emotions emerging

creating a divergence of energy

synergy felt at my finger tips

a harder stone rips one line, lets try two, how can I express what's felt for you.

Even though your not here, Don't even know anyone else who goes there.

It's making my arm burn as if pulling under my flesh is working out some unrest.

These lines turning and collecting wrecking my hard surface 

my chest will burst. If I can't.

If I don't!

already boiled up by smut with no meaning

My spirit it calls says keep writing it all 

with every stroke I take I'm gleaming

But what's that mean?

A light bulb next to a stick man?

This I can do! Yes, I can!

Chests beating harder and harder!

Am I getting a little smarter?

Where else can I do this?

Will other's be like me once they see the beauty of my lines that now look like man.

Scratching my head?.....

Yes to the fair stick lady,

              Now holding my hand.

Oh Shoot! This is easier in sand!