I want to write a poem about always looking up and about stars.
I want it to be about one person, but so nobody would know if it were about one person or the whole world. I want it to include the significance of the treasure in the depths of a person's soul, and I want it to have the line, "share our secret worlds" somewhere in there.
I want it to bleed unity between boys, girls, races, religions, generations, morals. I want it to change people's hearts to be understanding and forgiving.
I'd like for it to be primal and pure, simply sophisticated, and say exactly what it needs to without added fluff.
A part of me thinks the above will suffice, but a part of me wants to put something together in excellence, so that whoever reads it might summarize it with the above points.
And I want it to have a rhyme, not one that's written, but one that leaves its rhythm, a memoir of hidden and obvious beauty, beating forever in your soul.
Believe me I'd resort to something else, a different method or media, if I could, if I knew how and where to place the state of my heart.
It has been singing the same song for the past few weeks, and it's time I make something out of it. I can't keep it inside forever. Maybe it's cliché to say, but sometimes I feel like I'm falling in love and falling apart at the same time.
I think my hopes of writing it in a poem are that maybe, someone in this great world will read it, and they feel what I do. I don't want to be feeling heartbreaking extravagance alone.
At the very least, if they wouldn't completely understand, they would know that I do, them. Then we all would look up at the stars, think of someone this made us think of, and we'd all sing a similar song.
Maybe when I'm not alone and when you're not alone and our rhythms get in tune with each other, the sound will cause the stars to release a greater gift than their dazzling brilliance that they've been keeping since the start of time.
It could be possible though that they won't, and they're not looking for a time or synchrony or rhythm. Maybe it's just me. Maybe they're not looking for anything at all.
Do you think that it would still be worth the poem or the feelings or the rhyme?
I want it to be about one person, but so nobody would know if it were about one person or the whole world. I want it to include the significance of the treasure in the depths of a person's soul, and I want it to have the line, "share our secret worlds" somewhere in there.
I want it to bleed unity between boys, girls, races, religions, generations, morals. I want it to change people's hearts to be understanding and forgiving.
I'd like for it to be primal and pure, simply sophisticated, and say exactly what it needs to without added fluff.
A part of me thinks the above will suffice, but a part of me wants to put something together in excellence, so that whoever reads it might summarize it with the above points.
And I want it to have a rhyme, not one that's written, but one that leaves its rhythm, a memoir of hidden and obvious beauty, beating forever in your soul.
Believe me I'd resort to something else, a different method or media, if I could, if I knew how and where to place the state of my heart.
It has been singing the same song for the past few weeks, and it's time I make something out of it. I can't keep it inside forever. Maybe it's cliché to say, but sometimes I feel like I'm falling in love and falling apart at the same time.
I think my hopes of writing it in a poem are that maybe, someone in this great world will read it, and they feel what I do. I don't want to be feeling heartbreaking extravagance alone.
At the very least, if they wouldn't completely understand, they would know that I do, them. Then we all would look up at the stars, think of someone this made us think of, and we'd all sing a similar song.
Maybe when I'm not alone and when you're not alone and our rhythms get in tune with each other, the sound will cause the stars to release a greater gift than their dazzling brilliance that they've been keeping since the start of time.
It could be possible though that they won't, and they're not looking for a time or synchrony or rhythm. Maybe it's just me. Maybe they're not looking for anything at all.
Do you think that it would still be worth the poem or the feelings or the rhyme?