BLUE PROSES

POETRY WRITES ME

Poetry Writes Me( Photo from: Perks Of Being A Wallflower )

To be perfectly honest,I don't know how to writeI just pile up wordsGroup them per lineUntil they have their own definitionI am so exhausted of verbal incorporationsAs well as voicing out my insightsSo I'd grab a pen and paperOr I get my old phoneAnd start mixing lettersUntil they form a wordI have twenty-six letters to choose fromAnd more than a billion words to composeSo tell me, why would I stop this?I can read your philosophyAnd write you using scienceI can apply basic math and tell your value statistically using several algorithmsI have a little knowledge with other languages so I can use them, tooI have google every time I'm dazedand confusedI know a lot about MythologyI don't know why, but I can tell youyou that all the sculptures were the victims of MedusaI can tell you that spiders are the remains of Arachne ~ the punishment of conceited weaverI can write that Morpheus gave you non-ending sleeps after your bullshit break-upSee that? Words have powerIt's a magic that transverse the universe to an unending set of rulesIf you give me a pen and a paper,I can spend two-minutes fulfilling the blank spacesIf you give me a typewriter, I will press all the letters and use them as defense mechanism to your probationary blamesI can revise my own penal code and I can redefine the meaning of Republic ActI will write Haiku and Tanaga as I follow their syllable countI will write quatrain to utilize its four linesI can unfollow the rules of eight figures of speechI can call you by your nameAnd tell the stars you're my linking verbI can swing your arms with me and not consider them an action wordI can put are and is in one sentence and tell you you're perfectWords don't limit themselvesWe limit themAnd I just can't stand a dayNot writing one of themThey wrote me.I was programmed to write lettersSo please,Let my powerDo this job