You can throw us poets down the stairs
catch us behind your steely glare
teach us that poetry is antiquated
and act all sophisticated
but lyrics will enter your head
dance in circles and hover over your bed
when you sleep you will dream
and your rhymes will come clean
and they will carry a theme.

You can toast a wine glass
to your victory over rhythmic words
but time and time love poetry will fill a class
teachers know it’s not absurd
teenagers will be rebels and they will rap
to music talking over a beat
and their poetry is not crap

poetry is all around us and we come up with it everyday
whether written or spoken
it always will be used in advertising slogans today
and when the silence is broken
remember that poetry was used to convey stories years ago
and the poetry of those stories we know
will stick in your head
like a needle sewing a thread.

As hot as the fire that made you
So beautiful to gaze and lose myself in
Your warmth
It radiates
And you glow
That reflects on my face
And I glow too
Small and harmless so you seem
you can become something from nothing
Yet you can destroy everything
I just want to crawl in the space between your life and death
I want to hold you but I know it will hurt
And you’re using everything in you
to stay alive
Your colors dim as your end nears
And I’ll stay for it all
Watching from a distance so I don’t disturb
You were meant only for my eyes to see
And my heart to feel

I can't seem to understand
These happenings
Scraped and leathered hands
Wipe away the stinging tears
Of this ardous transformation
Saying goodbye to everything
That no longer
Feeds me
Pulling from my old, tight skin
Growing into
The skin I was meant to be in.