who are you to tell me what poetry is!
when you haven't seen it at all?
you never watched the sky cry,
or had the clouds fall into your mind.
While doing a math test in 5th grade
teacher whispers "your falling behind".
But your thoughts have built up to high,
you drain them with words and file them
in your time....
poetry for me is the uncontrollable will to write
whatever comes to heart.
at any given time.