Poetry, My Friend.
Why do I love Poetry? Because poetry, is painting with words. It is a love of linguistics that allows for anything. It is phonics that fills the soul with warm embraces, Tattered laces And strangled nooses. In poetry, I can feel anything without fear of judgment. In poetry, I can make people swim with the fishes while wearing Boots of cement. In poetry, I can make my wildest dreams come to fruition. It is intuition, And a snuggled up, warm bed. Poetry bundles, and fumbles, and crumbles All of the abstract thoughts Out of my head. Poetry, allows for living instead Of dying in societal jargon. Poetry… is my most valuable friend.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |