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Saturday, July 21, 2012, 1:57 PM

 POETRY. ._.

Poetry is like-
Building a wall, or a skyscraper
Brick by brick
Word by word
If I have enough words at my fingertips
Perhaps- I can build a new Great Wall of China
Or a skyscraper taller than the World Trade Center

However, to me-
Poetry is something much more intangible
It's made up of layers and layers of
Emotion, Passion- it's inspirational, spontaneous
It tells a story of
success, of failures- I mean lessons to be learnt from
It's a story, my story, convey in stanzas

Poetry is how I convey my love
In love poems:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
All I want to say
Is that I really love you
And to express my sadness or frustration, when I get rejected at the end of it

Poetry is what I sing
of Independence
from the entrenching claws of parents;
of societal standards
It's a weapon I shall wield
to stab people and speak ill of those whom I desire
to embarrass, to humiliate, and to express my opinions

Poetry is the thoughts I have late at night
When I can't fall asleep
It's the whining and nagging I have to share
It's a scarlet bed of roses, with thorns
It's an ocean inhabited by sea creatures that shall feast on your souls
It's, perhaps, one of the few ways, I know how to communicate soulfully
It's a time capsule that records my thoughts indirectly

Like layers of emotions, of feelings, stacked over and over
I write this poem
Not for your pleasure - but at my leisure
Hopefully, some day, some of those love poems I wrote
Will bring a smile to her face
Or at least it will help her remember that
Someone in the past loved her so.



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