Micro Poetry
Micro poetry
Is not for me
I want words that fill pages
I want emotions that fill stages
With laughter, with pain
With joy, and tragedy every now and again
I want to write a poem that continues to explain
The depth of my struggle-I don't want to know
the "right" words, I just want them to flow
Out of my soul
Like a irver
That curves and bends, I want an unrelenting slither
Of dirty, wrong, too many words
Because there aren't enough to define the hurt
I want to babble like a brook
Like a crook
Who wants to steal your time
Making you read rhyme after rhyme
For no damn reason except I felt like it-
And somehow you will feel better about it
Accomplished for reading an entire page
For filling an entire stage
With words.
Is not for me
I want words that fill pages
I want emotions that fill stages
With laughter, with pain
With joy, and tragedy every now and again
I want to write a poem that continues to explain
The depth of my struggle-I don't want to know
the "right" words, I just want them to flow
Out of my soul
Like a irver
That curves and bends, I want an unrelenting slither
Of dirty, wrong, too many words
Because there aren't enough to define the hurt
I want to babble like a brook
Like a crook
Who wants to steal your time
Making you read rhyme after rhyme
For no damn reason except I felt like it-
And somehow you will feel better about it
Accomplished for reading an entire page
For filling an entire stage
With words.
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