POEMS

Exordium

7:07 - Art's Hour. Welcome!

—If you argued what life might be, stemming far from my view, I wouldn't agree. I envy pessimists and nihilists insofar as the ability to convince themselves of all things vapid, but I revel in the idea of a childlike gaze, which is every poets' insignia to wear proudly.

Where else except poetry do you uncover human experience? Where else except art do you unveil romantic and visceral idealisms— elements we all touch on. There's no arguing the ifs and buts, yet falling eye-to-eye on the inescapable gospel of being mortal. 

This is what we do!

This is what we love! 

She loves us back...

And once you pander the maiden, she shows your haziest, most monumental, and most starry-eyed dreams, right there, in unfading and timeless symbols of everyday script and media. 

You're holding an emerald-gilded mirror up to your subconscious, because only you know what you're searching for. What you seek is often writ in stone, waiting ardently to see the reflection of itself in your captivated eyes. It longs to be incised lovingly into the mind, to breathe in the deep rush of amorous influence, helping you navigate the patina of your life.

It's what I enjoy most about writing, and I'm not even an aficionado. I write for the sake of emotion, which I like to think sows itself into every word — eventually to be planted into someone else's work. I'm not doing it for the aesthetics, but to elucidate the human archetypes; to shine an attractive light on their evocations!

Yet mystery is the strangest minx, and I love her more than any ephermal essence. If what I write isn't immediately understood despite vague description, it's sort of my goal. If it is, my utmost adulations, but I don't expect it. My truth is very different from others', and when writing makes someone think of their own reality, another intention is already being unraveled. I think it's all beautiful! Don't worry about understanding the poem; focus on discerning your point of view.

With that being said, and if you were pleased enough to read to this point, I do hope you enjoy! I encourage you to steal words— Lord knows I have. I pray it brightens the star we all pine over.. to be understood— but who else to understand you if you can't comprehend yourself?