”I was questioned,
Why do I write poetry ?
Is it to express my feelings,
Express the deepest pit of myself that i can’t tell out loud,
or to find myself in a maze that we call life.
It may even be to entertain myself and for fun,
or maybe out of boredom.
After reviewing my thoughts and studied my opinion,
I came to the conclusion that..
I myself still don’t know.
Maybe i don’t want to know,
Maybe one day I will,
Maybe I never will,
Maybe you know and i don’t.
But who cares,
As long as my brain still questions the world and it’s people,
As long as my hands still write words in an order to make them delightful,
And as long as my heart still beats,
I will write over and over,
And nobody can ever stop me, not even me”
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
”I was questioned,
Why do I write poetry ?
Is it to express my feelings,
Express the deepest pit of myself that i can’t tell out loud,
or to find myself in a maze that we call life.
It may even be to entertain myself and for fun,
or maybe out of boredom.
After reviewing my thoughts and studied my opinion,
I came to the conclusion that..
I myself still don’t know.
Maybe i don’t want to know,
Maybe one day I will,
Maybe I never will,
Maybe you know and i don’t.
But who cares,
As long as my brain still questions the world and it’s people,
As long as my hands still write words in an order to make them delightful,
And as long as my heart still beats,
I will write over and over,
And nobody can ever stop me, not even me”