Poets write to make sense of the world. Poets write to understand. To make all the feeling inside subside…or to find feeling where there is none to be seen. To love when it’s not allowed. To bleed when it would be too messy in a physical capacity. Poets write to live…to breathe…to have something that defies death and the logics of society. In the lines of a poem, that’s where the secrets to humanity hide. Music is poetry. Art is poetry. Your mouth is poetry. Second chances. Extension of life. Beauty. Let the words come spilling out…and choose to live in the vibrancy of life while the lines dance around your lips. Smother yourself with love and the safety of imagery. Let the metaphors hold you. Let yourself believe in promises that never die in the confines of a stanza. Then put your pen away and return to the dark folds of the universe. The curse of having a poet’s heart.
All art by Chiara Bautista via Pinterest.
Music video: The Used, Smother Me via YouTube