IMMEASURABLE WORDSIf I could paint a million wordsWithin your heart and soul,I would color your daysWith letters from my heart;Words to make your soul smile at meAnd poetry to inspire your heart.
Perfect Cut: PoemThe line is drawn.A perfect cut.The tears flowBut you can't stop.The red starts to run down your arm.You think it takes away the rest of your troubles.You lie on the floorScarred to the coreInside and outUntil you can't handle it anymore.You scream in painBut you can't do a single thing.Feeling the numbness throughout your bodyYou know it's only a matter of time.You drew the lineA perfect cutYou're nothing nowAnd now you're stopped.
all that i knowlet me tell you something.poetry is all around you and me. it existed from the very beginning. it was here beforemusic and painting. it floats in the air, and it is the air. you can find it in the tops of treescaught in spiderwebs, or sleeping on the blades of grass. there is poetry in your lungs andon your eyelashes and in the crook of your elbow. poetry is the freckles on your eyelidsand the lines and pores on the tops of your hands. it sleeps between your vertebrae and isthe sunlight when you wake up. it is the morning and the day and the dusk and the night.and it is the sounds in the night. poetry is the way you move and blink and smile and howyou feel when you laugh. poetry is jumping in a lake, just to be in the lake.this
this is poetry.