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.
