I saw the most incredible spectacle last night...
I witnessed individuals use the gift of language to express
the most intangible of thoughts,
the most delicate of feelings.
the revelations of honesty and
the exposure of raw truth... grabbed me.
I am in absolute bewilderment.
how can people come up on stage and stand emotionally naked in front of the world?
I'm reading this literary journal called Alay and it is so inspiring.
so real.
I never thought I'd like poetry so much.
It was just another subject I had to study and struggle with. In high school they mess it up cause they make you analyze between the lines along like iambic pentameter stuff. It's poetry! Why in the world would you analyze a piece of art written by someone's heart? We can't. Poetry is defined as the language of emotion. It's not suppose to be marred by technicality.
Well up until now it never really meant anything to me.
there was nothing I could connect to. But last night I found my own voice in the diction of others.
Poetry just isn't created by dead white men anymore.