'Tis the eyes that glow with light.
'Tis the wings that were made for flight.
With legs made for adventure,
I looked for happiness,
like a starved vulture.
These hands meant for creation,
and a mind that alights with inspiration
I bear this heart on my sleeves.
Heart as fragile as a porcelain,
Easy to break, yet writes in vain.
As I hold this pen and paper,
Letters in words are no stranger.
Like a long lost friend,
I yearned and held close.
Let time fly past, it's worth a lot.
Never was I a better writer,
nor was I a great creator.
Alas, I am but a mere amateur.
I do not hold the wisest wisdom,
nor do I possess a flowery tongue.
But with words pieced together,
My heart has found its healer.
Give a piece of your time
To this mind's deep wonder.
I'll tell you stories in stanzas,
Of a life lived in letters,
A life of a gal so meager,
a gal so flawed, yet so eager.
-Spongebob
"If a poet loves you, you will never die."
I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way.
The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant in turning emotions into a beautiful craft.
As Jim Morrison says, "If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."