A Hot Cup of Poetry

To Be a Writer

To be a writer is to be strange

How can we not?

A writer defines it, molding a concept

Cutting a gem never once seen before

Ever longing for just one more tool

To go just one step deeper into diction's abyss

It's chemistry with language

Where science and art will always collide

An endless search for the gold equation of words

And it is sometimes discovered in the sweat of our brow

A writer must think so completely uncharted

To twist the lenses that culture assigns

Seeing old as new, a 180 turn

From the fist-clenching cliches in our own English tongue

It's not just surviving off of sparse inspiration

Bounding high from one peak right onto the next

(Though that is the key to our greatest endeavors)

There's no time to spare

Waiting for fate herself

To pop a head in at the door of the mind

Instead, strange is found in monotonous toil

And beauty is shock with the uncomfortable

It's something that spurs people on to perceive once again

When they read our of our midnight adventures

And that perhaps is the greatest reward

When "strange" is a title that we proudly display

For yes, to be a writer

Is to be entirely strange