Poetry is like electricity, But without a switch, And stronger; Like lightning. It strikes you, and suddenly You're a pianist; You can speak Swahili; The color green tastes like Starfruit (only you've never had it So all you can think Is, "Man, this forest is delicious!")
Poetry is a zap from nowhere. It makes your hair stand on end; It makes you half afraid and Half eager. You start flying Kites with keys and fixing the satellite In storms because it's awful for A second, but then You're never the same.
I know. I've been struck so many times And each time, I've traded Gibberish for English, Sight for insight, Words for love, And love for words again. I have heard voices bellowing And crying And laughing. I have seen smoke and sunlight And smelled sulfur and Tasted honey and salt.
Maybe I am not "smart," Always leaping into danger, But I can't think of a better way to die ThanΒ Β to be struck by poetry.
uploading from school, haha, wrote it rigth after a test