I want to make poetry

I want to make poetry not just for people to read but for me to see.

i want to look up at the sky and know theyre proud of me,
i want to look down at my kids and know theyre proud of me ,
i want to look in the mirror and know I am proud of me.
i want alot of things.
ive always wanted this thing:
this thing i think i see in movies 
this thing i thought i read in a book this word i want to have meaning 
this meaning i want to put in to words..
 i want love.
poetry seems to be the gateway because lets face it i cant sing,
hell, i wish i could dance.
all ive got are my words and theyre going so fast it's hard for me to put them in phrases or sentences anyone can understand,
but I know someone out there can. 
I want to make poetry not just for people to read,
 but for that person to understand.
 I know she does, i just dont KNOW her yet. 
 
And i cant wait to meet her.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first time posting anywhere.  Didnt know where to go after i heard what i did today so i ende up making this, trying to look on the brighter side of things.

be merciful.

 

edit: I uploaded this off of a notepad on my iPhone and there was a line or two that got deleted along the way so I've added what I remember from my first time writing this. It lost some of its personal "oomph" to me, but I needed to fix it somehow, and hopefully you never find out what line it was...

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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In a way, I am very scared at

In a way, I am very scared at this random post of this song. Someone very dear to me just told me to listen to this song again recently. Spooky Factor: Need to change my underwear...

nightlight1220's picture

I would say, one helluva

I would say, one helluva start for a first poem ever. There is passion...longing...deep desire in your words!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Oh man, this might be one of

Oh man, this might be one of the first, if not the last, comments I've recieved on this! I really, really appreciate it! You made my "bleh" day into something else, Mi Amigo. Gracias.

p.s. I don't speak spanish everyday, so consider yourself special.

 

p.s.s. Wait a second, I don't speak spanish at all...

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You are welcome here. No

You are welcome here. No judgement will matter unless you allow it to matter. Keep your head up and write what you feel. Who cares if someone doesn't like it. Be yourself. That is what makes a great writer. I love you already and I have no clue who you are. Liberate yourself and write the words that come to your mind without thought of judgement. Gods the judge. Only judgement you got to worry about is between you and the God. You will earn your wings, you just got to break out of that cocoon. Poetry is one in many ways you can set your mind free from the shackles of the grand illusion. 

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Whoa. Just, Whoa. I didn't

Whoa. Just, Whoa. I didn't expect anything like the response I've gotten just today! Thanks so much, GreenSuitcase. I'm glad I took this leap onto this site.