putting into words
the best idea for who I am
is not always an easy thing.
picking up the pen
to write prose may be harder
than hiding behind poetry,
for in the poetry I have the ability
to express my thoughts more eloquently.
Splash the ink
so carelessly,
give poetry freely.
for the world deserves
the best of verse,
with no thoughts
to the what ifs and such.
poetry is another art
meant to ease the disturbed,
and so I say it should be
written with abandon
to make the world better.
I don’t have time
For writing poetry,
Though it’s all I want to do…
Instead I am running
Races in my own mind
Wishful for the idea
That I can write
Poetically everyday.
The words flow
To form the flower
Of poetry petals.
Though I have
Ink for a soul,
I leave petals
Of poetry
everywhere.
Why are all the poets tortured,
The artists starved,
And that somehow makes
The world go around?
Poetry seems to heal
The tortured souls,
And so I am inclined
to think that those who
Need it most create.
When does all of the noise
Become poetry again?
The darkness seems to
Overwhelm the senses,
Making poetry seem
harder to hear
Harder to write…
But eventually
The cracks let in
The light.
Poetry will return
When it is given
Time to flow.
No two poems are the same
Even if written by the same hand.
Because the poet sees
The day differently
With eyes shaded by the
March of time.
So instead of worrying about
Why the poetry is different,
Perhaps the best thing to do
Is enjoy each poem
Individually.
When the poetry
Doesn’t flow
What is the poet
Supposed to know?
For if your whole world
Is built on verse
Then what could be
Any worde
Than the lack of words?
Pick up your Pen
open the vein
enter the memory
through the ink again
you are the art, poet.
Can one write themselves
In verses open?
Poetry is supposed
To be such a good device
For showing the truth
Without saying it plain…
And I have to wonder
If it would work for
Description of the complexity
Of self and identity?
Or is poetry only a tool
To describe the truth
When it comes to playing
With politics or something
Along the similar vein?
Pattimouse 