Quote:
Originally Posted by Robert Cecil Day Lewis
I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.
searching for the meaning of my existence - of poetry
I'm lost in a million thoughts
trying to find my soul...with this poem
I can't think of a topic or concept
but theres a poem in my head
I can hear the words with my eyes
I've been trying to define this poem
but this whole time this poem has been me,
I am this poem...
I'm unsure of these thoughts
should I write them down?
or let them fade into a lost memory?
my life itself is a metaphor,
and my soul is easy to visualize
so why try to write a perfect poem?
when I am as perfect as this poem can be.
These words are deeper than one's mind can exceed
the meaning of this poem is too far ahead for the human mind
yet I manage to paint thoughts that I havent even thought of yet.
I write these words without knowing exactly what I'm writing
but I know this poem means something...because I wrote it
the meaning is yet unclear
but one day I will find the meaning to this poem
and on that day my soul will finally understand my mind
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but the more I write, the more I understand this poem
this poem isnt a poem
these words are simply apart of me.
I usually use topics as a disguise
but this poem doesnt have a topic
nor does it have a disguise
this poem is just...well its just me.
you may not understand this poem
because you are not me
but just know that I made this poem for a reason.
everything I do is a poem
my struggles are metaphors
my happiness is irony
but yet you may never understand this poem.
or you may understand this poem
because I am pouring my soul into these words
each of these words connect to my heart, somehow
as long as you continue to read
you'll feel a piece of my soul
because my soul is this poem
and this poem is a piece of my soul...
- Mafioso.