It was like waking up one day in a new body
Hearing the wind whistle like gentle Zephyrs singing a hymn to lonely.
Watching colors dance across the sky
As our pale blue dot orbited and that magnificent yellow orb
Tucked itself behind sprightly hills, blushing horizons or just cower in fear behind tall structures that blackened her beauty.
Then sometimes my celestial paradise of lunar admiration would show her greatness
In the form of an ever-changing wonder that delighted my soul
Writing poetry was like finally understanding how this bruised invention called a heart
Spread its fluorescent wings and take off looking for a next sadist to fulfill its masochistic desires.
Writing poetry made me realize...
That the pools running from my eyes
Were my existence's way of explaining how it feels
When it has forgotten how to...
Writing poetry made me finally understand why the pen was mightier than the sword.
You may beat me
You may break my bones
but give me a paper
And something to with
And watch how poetry has taught me-
Like no other...
How to move your soul......