Poetry's Plague
Writing poetry was more from the heart than anything, I guess it was a mixed feeling that my stomach could not comprehend. Whether or not I believed the words that were transpiring out of my mouth to the pen, I felt as though I could talk through my own thoughts and dream of endless possibilities, but still stuck with the ones I felt comfortable with, but do I need to get out of comfortability? I'm not sure yet. No, that was a lie! I think that I do know what I do want, to create my universe through lines that make no sense to me but also hold such a special meaning I can't seem to let go of them! What we create, they are like the life that we give, but using all of my talents within a teaching curriculum would prove more effective and engaging for students. However, with poems they expand from simple to raw emotions, a never-ending cycle of happiness and sad suffering, but letting go of such expansion would be a waste of your own time and the only thing that you strive to bec...