You don't just grab the words out of the air
And fit the wrong pieces together
Like I toddler when his mama
Bought his first jigsaw puzzle.
You don't just pick up the pencil
And treat it like it's a stick
A piece of wood with a
Rod of graphite in the center.
Your pen is your sword
Your paper is the battlefield
Your truth is the force that
Drives your army of words to prevail.
You oppose the endless troops
Of lies and hypocrites
That stand in their ranks
To cause your despair.
The front lines clash.
Words versus screams.
Hurt versus hate.
Truths versus lies.
No mercy is shown in this war
Where emotions run wild
And in their attempts for victory
They damage civilian property.
The truth struggles to rise.
The lies fight more aggressively.
Both sides are steadily turning desperate
Catching others in their trail of feelings and thoughts.
The words get bigger, more powerful,
More influenced by the good of truth.
The lies are being driven out
And in their final attempt, they unleash their true nature.
But the battle was won
Your truth prevails.
Once you place that period at the end
Of the final verse.
Poetry is like your own personal war for truth.
Doesn't have to rhyme, no need for a recognized style.
With your pencil as your AK-47, and the paper as the trenches
If you can get your point across enemy lines, that's all you need.
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Brian's Poetry
Here are some poems about how I feel, how life is going, etcetera.
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