Shadows in a Poet's Mind

Poetry is one of my life hobbies. It's my escape, my out of the box. It's the way I express myself when I can't find words to speak. It's how I tell someone I love them, or that I hate them. It's my moods, my feelings, my love and my hate. It's my passion. No matter what I'm feeling, it's reflected in my poems.

Alot of the time my poetry is rather dark, but I've written a love poem or two. Everyday life inspires me, what I feel, what I see. But one of my big muse's is music. Music helps me figure out the words I want and a lot of the time I incorporate lyrics into my poetry. I bleed my heart onto the page and pour out my soul into my poetry. I give it all my feeling. I make sure the reader can feel how I do. They can see what I see, hear what I hear. I'm very descriptive in my poetry.

My poetry kind of started when my cutting did. My poems reflected the hurt and the pain I felt inside. They were my way of expressing it, getting rid of it. My escape. I left it all on the page, and it helped me heal. Poetry helped me think outside the box and cope with the pain. It was my creative expression, and I finally felt like I could do something and not be judged for it.

Recently I wrote a poem and entered it into the World Poetry Movement's contest, and much to my surprise, it landed me in the finalists. Everyone tells me I'm a great poet, but I refuse to believe them. I'll post a short poem here for you to decide.

Staring into your soft eyes

I never want to say goodbye

The deep brown enchantment

Has made my mind become absent

All senses on high alert

Wrapped in your comfort

The soft feel of your touch

Knowing you expect much

The feel of your soul-searching eyes

Knowing you will never lie

The feel of your breath upon mine

Makes it seem that we have stopped time

Your love is easy and true

And that is why I love you

Among the roses in the garden

I know we cannot be broken

~Me

Consider yourself schooled in the way that is me.

Singing off,

Xx~WesternWriter~xX