before I start please understand:
poetry is defiant.
poetry is abstract.
and poetry is a mystery.
poetry is a force to be reckoned with.
poetry is fluid and belongs to no one
but a poetry is birthed only by one.
strung upon a thread of emotion
with beads of words and adolescent wisdom
that spools from the mind of a wonderer
a mind full of love hate and chaos
a mind insatiably frustrated
a mind that only hopes it can be understood
for what it is now and what it could.
