The Poem I Wrote to My Crush Whom Is 1.5 Feet Taller Than Me

Taken Brethren, Given A Sea Of Souls, call it cunt pudding



Thank you cunt

to discern

my

problem That

at once was reverence When all together I found a chance To act

alone

and blind:myself

as an emblem
One that signifies

what I lost Problems

made

through

gain

From a heart that took

without

any

cost Reverie

again

to realize a limitless

plot lain Two steps along

a course And nothing still

unsolved Reconciliation

from the wise horse What is

taken, is too

absolved Three

remain in my mind As my memories rejuvenate Wisdom that

you said

too

kind Gives

to me words from a soft palette There remains a water droplet Sunk

out a spout in silent suspension

It

does wait to come and bullet An

anticipatory mark with good tension From mouths & heads of babes a word Emits sound, scent & sign that what's lured

cunt

Why I Write Poetry

Poetry to me feels like a journal entry that is interpretive of what I watch & notice about myself & my world around me. As opposed to a drill like writing an essay, writing a poem especially a haiku- that provides a game play amount of structure- is a free form exercise, is an interpretive dance compared to a strict ballet point routine

It feels expressive & freeing for me to escape through my writing.

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