Poets

'Trap’t in a maze of words, Images blocking the way. This is found within your mind, Changing your mood. It generally holds you in its thrall Whether or not you’ve reached the top. '

I often find that my love of words and word play and how it sounds as I say the words and the images provoked... and etc... are what keep me alive... well, not literally...
The point is I write poetry from the heart. Whether or not I'm in a good mood or not, I've kept a poetry journal since the beginning of sixth grade.

i raise my beer in rememberance to you ~Rosey~ wherever in the sky you may be- who taught me the true meaning of poetry...you words forever written in aging ink-

'If nothing else-I am a poet.
At least thats what I see of me
A lover of words that cannot be fathomed
By most of society
I love words Beautifully placed upon a page
More than i could ever love anyones face'

'I don't understand their placement of words-
so constrained inside-as if they're murderers
and I merely the one being buried alive.'

'You see Candice, When a poet falls asleep at night Her mind floats to the sky
and chats it up with Jupiter-
and neptune if there's time!
When a poet spies a black sky
& closes her eyes to sleep
Her mind is off in Birmingham
Her mind is off in Leeds
SO if you see a poet acting
Nothing short of strange
Her mind is haveing tea with the waitress
on the aeroplane.'

'I could use a cry today
but my tears refuse to come
They ran off some time ago
l..