Poetry doesn't have to wrime, or be planned, you just let it out, write what's aching inside your head and heart, scrutinize the universe, divide it apart. It's only about the truth, and everything you have seen, all the lives you've tried to clean. Just pour it out, however it vomes, write until you have no more blank pages. Each paper is a canvas, every word your worst fear. Everything you believe, question yourself, or Adam and Eve. The best part of poetry, it will not deceive, it will not leave. Empty your mind, lose track of time, I promise you'll find a rhythm. Apyphanies and tragedies combine, listen to the sound of your sould, let it cry. Poetry doesn't die. It doesn't end, poetry is your true immortal friend.
It doesn't even need a title.
