Because

Because I need a way to juxtapose critical thoughts and creativity

Because some things don’t make sense

But when I paint pictures with words

Sense is irrelevant

Sense is insignificant

Sense purely exists and I can find it 

But only if I choose

Because words shouldn’t have to rhyme to have melody

Because words laced together are a yin-yang harmony

Because my voice has more power when it’s seen not heard

Because trees can be blue and pigs can fly

And because here, in this realm, that’s just fine

Because any object can represent anything

Because words are the key to unlock layers of me

Every person is like an onion

So maybe what unlocks a layer of me

Can unlock a layer of someone else

Because locks may be as universal  as the thirst for knowledge

The thirst for explanation

The thirst for self-expression

Because words are caterpillars until you use them

Use turns words into butterflies

The more colorful the butterfly

The stronger the word

Words erupt from me

Creating effervescent butterflies with vibrant patterns

Because this is how I unravel tangled twine

Because this jigsaw puzzle is made from confused corners of my mind

Because love and hate are one and the same

Because when I can’t write words like this

My thoughts explode

The supernova dies

And what would be

Will never be

If I don’t write

Because this is how I think

Because I need to express myself as much as I need to breathe

Because my mind is the twitter of a hummingbird’s wings

Because I run on super speed

Because I love language

Because writing it all out

Rhymes and slant rhymes

Whimsical notions

Captured youth

All sort me out

Because I need to sort things out obsessively

Because order can be unordered

Because I can be ordered

Because I love words when they’re caterpillars

I crave being the catalyst for their transition

Because words fill me to the brim

Chock full of wonder

Chock full of descriptions

Brimming and busting with explanations

Bursting like a balloon

I need a needle to pierce making an outlet for the hot air words

Forming bits and pieces of stanzas in my head

Because I needed a way to find myself

And I found a way that made sense of even teenage angst and clichéd emotions

Because emotions are powerful when someone can feel them through another’s words

Because I never had the guts to be the kid who colored the sky gold

That’s why I need poetry