People Who Like Poetry...
A stereotypical poet.
Sitting in a cafe,
a cup of black coffee in hand.
A beaten old journal almost full,
open and ready to be written in.
This artist has somewhat of a stoic look,
contemplating what to write about this day,
trying to concentrate, and start to decide
what insight they can give to others,
who may stumble upon their work,
and read what they have to say.
A stereotypical poet's words
just seem to pour out onto the paper,
their metaphors, similes, and rhymes,
all working together in perfect unison,
creating a masterpiece no one else can manage.
These stereotypical poets, these passionate people,
write these poems, giving us a small piece of wisdom.
People who don't like poetry...
Some people don't like poetry,
they just like to hear things how they are.
No metaphors on life, or love.
A blunt statement is good enough.
Some people prefer other forms of expression.
And then they will just poke fun
at poets, and all their written work.
I guess poetry, just isn't for everyone.
Showing posts with label Arielle Knapp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arielle Knapp. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
we've split in two
we've split in two,
I'm sure you've noticed.
it's time to separate,
but how do I tell you this?
you lost your interests
mine are just growing.
so how do we stay together when you're like this?
and how can we love each other when I'm like this?
we're different now, we need to let go of this thing.
you hold a special place in my heart, and I hope I'm in yours too.
but I think we killed it this time, all the intimacy gone.
but after a year of being with you,
how do I cut this off? how do we stop?
breathe in, breathe out, I guess I'll eventually figure this out.
it's the end of something reliable, and safe,
but now it's the beginning of something beautiful.
and for once, I'm okay with that.
I think I'm just ready to give up the good,
so I can replace it with the great.
-Arielle Knapp
I'm sure you've noticed.
it's time to separate,
but how do I tell you this?
you lost your interests
mine are just growing.
so how do we stay together when you're like this?
and how can we love each other when I'm like this?
we're different now, we need to let go of this thing.
you hold a special place in my heart, and I hope I'm in yours too.
but I think we killed it this time, all the intimacy gone.
but after a year of being with you,
how do I cut this off? how do we stop?
breathe in, breathe out, I guess I'll eventually figure this out.
it's the end of something reliable, and safe,
but now it's the beginning of something beautiful.
and for once, I'm okay with that.
I think I'm just ready to give up the good,
so I can replace it with the great.
-Arielle Knapp
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