Poetry is an excuse
When you are too lazy to use punctuation
Too lazy to tame your words
When you really don’t care
When you care too much
When the heart runs quicker than the brain
When you too deeply love the muse
Poetry is a poetic excuse.
Poetry is how my thoughts look like
Incoherent, scary
Half sentences, cut by the next
Things I wish I could say on a mic.
Science says experiences are not the same
Your red is different from mine
This line maybe something to fill space
To you, your saviour from shame.
Poetry is a lot like God
Meaning different things to different people
You’re never really sure
You can only guess
Untill you germinate from the pod.
Poetry is not easy
Nothing beautiful ever is
You will feel things you didn’t know you ever could
You will, on a scorching day, feel breezy.
Poetry conveys in unexpected ways, all the time
Even where it’s not written
For example: look at me!
Trying to write in modern style
Breaking the 4th wall, being bold
But always ending with a rhyme.