How does one remember something
They've never realized?
Through trials, searching
& reaching
For what's right before their eyes
How does one learn something
They'll never forget?
Through classes, sitting
& testing
On a secret subject
How does one know something
They were never taught?
Through miles and miles
of laughter and smiles
frustrated with themselves behind it all
How do I know something
Completely new?
Well, I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't just lying
to you
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:02 PM UTC
Stanzas are a frame
On which meter is an outline
Imagery is the paint
For which words are the dye
Form casts an image
While rhythm casts the lighting
Rhyme scheme is the finish
Of the theme that I am citing
A blank page is the canvas
The poet brings it life
I’m not quite Bob Ross just yet
But there’s joy in this world I write
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC