Poetry is not for the weak
Poetry is not for the dainty
Poetry is for the ones brave enough to put their minds on paper

Poetry is not for the prejudiced
Poetry is not for the close-minded
Poetry is for the ones whose preconceptions are as substantial as vapor

Poetry is not for the smart
Poetry is not for the intelligent
Poetry is for the ones clueless enough to write it

Poetry is not for him
Poetry is not for her
Poetry is for the rest of us

I don't see it very often
But when I do, it looks like this

It looks like red hair
Tied back in a pony tail
With eyes that no one thought could be so blue

It looks like 7:00 at night
As well as 6:30 in the morning
When the sun douses the sky in hue

It looks like the west
Or the east
Depending on where the mountains are

It looks like the girl three seats back
Who keeps tapping the desk nervously
Worrying about the scratch on her car

It looks like the pitch dark
With the small dots glowing
That you see when you look up at night

It looks like the beach
With the people swimming through the waves
Or lounging in the sand, soaking up the light

I never really knew beauty though
Until I first met you
With that confident smile
That you don't see very often
And eyes that no one thought could be so blue

When you can't stop smiling
When you can't stop laughing
When you don't try stopping
When you don't try sleeping
When you just keep writing
When you just keep running
When you don't stop crying
When you don't stop loving
When you keep on trying

Because, as Albert Einstein said:
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results