Real Poets

People have this misconception on poets and poetry

That sensitive men and crying girls with suicidal tendencies write poetry

It is for pussies and lady boys

If they met a real poet they would know what poetry really is

It is the best word that can describe the most loud and silent beatings of the heart

A love torn girl crying on the pavement

An angry boy

Mad at the world for what it has done to him

For all the stupidity laid upon the tongues of the mob outside his door for be different and unlike the rest

The girl has loved everything that she does a passion unbelieved

Both bleeding red on a grave trail in the woods leading

Circling around each other until they would meet

Love that would cool his fiery heart with her passionate affections would one day be true

If they wrote of their woe and joy

Poetry would then be tales of giants and queens who would never believe a day like this could be real

Only to wake in a world apart where one day they would be one

With a fiery heart and passionate love that no water could defeat