Sometimes...

Sometimes, you sit down to write. No intention. Poetry would be fine. Maybe a song. A piece of prose. Sometimes, something comes out that sort of defies categorization. Sometimes something comes out that is all three, and none at all. Sometimes it uses personification and romance as an allegory for life or vice versa. Sometimes it means a lot and sometimes what it means is right on the surface. And other times, it takes all of these ideas and puts them in a blender, and what you get is a short piece that you are fairly happy with, but what it really does is give you a feeling of auspiration (I'm going to integrate that word into the English language, I am!) and a sense that more is to come.


Won't you look into my eyes,
I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know.
Forget the nouns, the subjects, and the verbs.
I won't say a single word.
Let me look into your eyes,
Find out everything I want to know.

Who uses words anyway?
I may be the poet, but you taught me to write.
Using feelings and colors, I'm an artist.
But what's an artist without his muse?
With a shot like this, what's a boy got to lose?