A collection of poems

Introduction

Prior to my own self discovery within such, I viewed poetry as  a "condescenders paradise", and in some instances I wasn't necessarily wrong. I remember a time when studying a poet in high school nearly dozing off from sheer boredom as my professor went on and on about the subject matter and the meanings that such elicited.
          As the years continued to go by I fell deeper and deeper into a perpetual writers block of sorts. Nothing I read held a candle to that of yesteryear, and just as I stopped reading; I stopped writing as-well. Film becoming the sole piece of art that my now picky mind managed to stomach.
          My fickle brain finally decided it would branch out at the turn of my second semester in senior year. During such we began to read Hamlet, the world renowned 5 act tragedy by the all the more famous William Shakespeare.

As my professor handed out each of our copies of the script, I already began to lose interest with the very first flip of the page. The class had came and went without a second thought, and my brain had begun to panic at how I could possibly manage to detest such a "work of art".
      Fortunately, I knew there was a compromise at hand.
       A quick google search was all it took to discover a broadway grade telling of the classic, but now live and in color. I was ecstatic, finally I could truly begin to understand the wonder behind this classic as many of those before me had.
     Several hours had passed, as the actors and actresses plastered across my laptop screen took their final bows, and the video warped into its usual suggestions of what I could possibly be interested in next.
     The feeling was night and day to the sinking feeling I had pressed against my subconscious prior to my viewing of the tale. It was here I understood the simplest fact there is about a narrative, whether it be fictitious or otherwise. When we read it is not to reach a set goal, not to be set at a certain understanding, Esther both exist in their own planes at the behest of the consumer. We read at our own pace, therefore we must understand what is given to us at our own aswell. Many find themselves within the narrative of Hamlet and its cast, others within the subterranean narrative beneath the thin veneer of the art piece itself. This significance is how I found beauty within Poetry, the meaning which I supply can be identifiable to one person, while perhaps another may come to an alternative conclusion as to the meaning itself and still find connection with their result over the true intent of the work. This in no way should disavow their interpretation, far from such in fact, rather I hope that to all those who read what I present come up with their own meaning behind the work itself; whether it be a consensus, or a perpetual disagreement between takes. The bottom line is that art is and always will be subjective, and poetry is the king of subjectivity in such an aspect.

        Thank you for reading.