i have a true poet's soul (parody tres)

[poor_cinderalex]

I feel the need to expose my innermost self through touching and lyrical verse.



untitled (just like all deep and meaningful lj poems)

if a butterfly escapes
the iron cage of home
and flies upward,
outward,
toward an empty, clear, clean sky,

does liberty await her?

inside her prison of warmth,
isn't she trapped, caught,
confined--
unable to stretch her newly formed wings?

tucked deep inside the folds of an overwhelming safety, 
smothered by blankets of contentment,
isn't she bound?

the dark, lonely stars beckon,
an unknown.

she could travel through a cold,
but open night,
unrestricted by the suffocations of love

and unlock her handcuffs.

This poem, as every poem I have ever written, was composed during class. In the case of 'untitled,' I was inspired by a particular heated debate of Socrates, as well as different, but equally heated debate (and by heated i mean people actually talked) of Weber.

Political Science and Sociology make me feel.