If I could make music out of these words I would be achieving all I’ve dreamed of The pulsing rhythm of an iambic pentameter acting as a kick drum Making you feel the vibrations in your chest But I can’t turn this one into an organized and pleasantly rhythmed 3 and a half minute song …
We are Sunlight, warm and bright We are Leaves blowing in the breeze We are A part of something That is beautiful We are Mist, gentle, full of bliss We are Alive, reaching for the sky We are Free, like waves on the sea We are Who we are Meant to be
A poet walks into a bar And that’s all That’s the joke because you see The funny thing is The poet is at home She is sitting in her sweatpants with her hair up in a terrible bun Impressions of her eyelashes Copied onto her skin from her day old mascara A bottle of the …
