Why do so many people feel so disjoint
When the words don’t rhyme?
The lines end
At an odd place as the thought finishes
When the words don’t rhyme?
The lines end
At an odd place as the thought finishes
Can they not see the beauty?
A line can wrap with its partners
A surgical cut
But I prefer the slash.
A line can wrap with its partners
A surgical cut
But I prefer the slash.
Is it more real? No
But it’s still true
It’s still here
But it’s still true
It’s still here
Grasp the depths of a line
Jagged and long
Deep and messy
Like me.
Jagged and long
Deep and messy
Like me.
My thoughts aren’t counting
My life doesn’t run on beat
The words come as they do
My life doesn’t run on beat
The words come as they do
This is still poetry.