Why do we write, scribbling ink onto paper?
Why do we do it now instead of later?
Why indeed do we do so many things in life,
Instead of facing head on its many strifes?
For some, these stanzas and lines help a bit.
They make us think and let us control it.
Illusions of stability turning thoughts into words,
Otherwise, would any of us even be heard?
Flowing,
Freeform,
Uniquely
structured,
Or perhaps even
A short and simple haiku
Packed with a large punch.
So many different types await the creative mind.
Some may choose to let them rhyme entwined,
Or to let them fall flat without a twin.
There is no wrong way to write,
Nor is there a wrong reason,
But to ignore it at all,
Commits against yourself treason
Let the creative juices flow freely,
Let them go how they might.
However your poem turns out,
Just make sure
it feels
right.
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Hey guys! Just a quick note to let y'all know that I wrote this isn't new, I wrote it back in February for a scholarship contest thing! ^^
