springing forth inside a maze-like cavern
i toil in sinuous oscillation toward my destination
to be combusted by the friction between your fingertips
my purpose, your utility
building into the crescendo of our release
ebony waves crashing on the shores of our alabaster universe
i believe everyone has poetry lying dormant inside the deep wells of the soul.
blood pumps from the heart, feeding & carrying oxygen through our bodies. so too, words of passion & authenticity flow within the soul like a heavy petroleum-waiting only for the thrust of creativity and ignition of life to be caught ablaze.
we are all closet poets. we commute through life meditating on yesterday & today,
formulating a plan for tomorrow. all of this quiet contemplation is energy that if we
stopped long enough to record, would fill up volumes upon volumes of self-analysis and universal truth.
the next time life happens, write it down. let the emotions trapped inside your mind flow from your heart to your arm, to your fingertips. let your stream of consciousness bleed onto paper. you just might find that your internal poet is the kindred spirit you’ve always wanted to meet but never knew existed. without fail, you’ll experience a profound release, as the pressure bubbling inside gives birth to the tangible.
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by JTW
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Cool poem. Great words of wisdom. Thanks for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteLovely write, beautifully done. Loved it :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best
Marinela x
Short Poems
"the next time life happens, write it down."
ReplyDeleteWhich is to say: just fucking write. Love it. xo
thank you for reading & commenting.
ReplyDelete:) xo