Perhaps it is true
that writing poetry is easier
in times of tragedy,
but I personally
prefer the poetry
written in joy.

The weight of tragedy
and of despair make the poetry
harder to bear in reality,
where as joy will lift you
when you read.

carve away the layers
to weave the poetry
beneath.

the pen has so much power
that only you can
release.

Poetry is the lifeblood
you cannot help but bleed
everywhere.

Inspiration does not come easily
Especially when trying to write poetry.
Sometimes the art is but a whisper
forgotten to the land of dreams,
others it is not as good as once it seemed.

Every time you pick up your pen
the dance of poetry starts again.
It bleeds into all prose you write
Often stuck in your brain
much like a parasite.

the pen is heavy
when the poetry hurts

all the words cut
like you carve them
into your skin.

Poetry is but simply
emotions given form.