I wanna write poetry That grabs by the throat Choking, Seizing your secrets From your tasty open mouth And speechless tongue
I wanna write poetry As wild and free As this burnt out bleeding ash B l o w i n g In a soft never-ending breeze
I wanna write poetry That howls with the loneliness Of a cold shooting star On a cloudy bleached day Missing the meteor showing By a few thousand years
I wanna write poetry With odd jumps and Pauses That captures music And dance Andy everything Between the odd cacophony Of unwell put together words
I wanna write poetry That SCREAMS with the Silent fury of a Self-inflicted cage Locked by being lost and used But open yet to like minded needy hands
I wanna write poetry Not with rhymes But with the rhythm Of my off beat jazz And out of tune, Flat, Voice.
I wanna write poetry.
First poem I wrote after years of not writing at all. I'd never written poetry before this really, but I became very interested in it a few years ago, and even more so in the recent months and it was the first one I thought was alright.