I have a compulsion in my life that is I need to write poetry. People often ask me how do I stay so positive with the crap that goes on in my life? The answer; I turn it into poetry.
When people read my poetry they hear the darkness of my soul but what they don't realise is that each word on the page punches some light even if it's the tiniest hole.
There are many definitions of poetry but one I like best is language that shows your soul truth. With that in mind I encourage everyone to put their soul truth down on the page for UNESCO's World Poetry Day.
When people read my poetry they hear the darkness of my soul but what they don't realise is that each word on the page punches some light even if it's the tiniest hole.
There are many definitions of poetry but one I like best is language that shows your soul truth. With that in mind I encourage everyone to put their soul truth down on the page for UNESCO's World Poetry Day.
Poetry in Pain
Pain show me your poetry.
Poetry show me the purpose of my disability.
There is poetry somewhere in my tornado mind.
If I just keep calm, the truth I will find.
Wheelchair whisper poetic words or does my disability mean
I will be forever taunted by the freedom of the birds.
Sometime my body is as rigid as plastic
It is sarcastically fantastic when my muscles go spastic.
When I feel pain it grows a new word
From the tiniest poetic brain.
It is true dear poetry, that you have sent me
Sane and insane.
Pain is not something we can restrain.
It is not something that everyone even likes.
It is something I have tried to run away from on countless BMX bikes.
But I would not be me if not for pain's agonising poetry.
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