Poetry came to me
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep
But morning was a long ways off

Poetry came to me
As I walked alone through locker-lined hallways
Headphones resting in deaf hears
As deafening music filled my brain
Blocking out the noise of the ignorant and the simple minded
Words rolling off rough fingertips
And into the bright screen that rests in my rough hands

Poetry came to me
When I met my first love
And when I lost him too
Through all the scary firsts and the even scarier lasts
And the beautiful story that took place in between
Immortalized in ink on lines of blue

Poetry came to me
When death took her soul
Too late to say goodbye
To early to say hello
Every last word and thought
Lingering in stagnant air

Poetry came to me
When nothing else did
It wasn't an option
"Let's write a poem" never crossed my mind
It was a flash of creativity
A thought without thinking
Became an addiction
A drug
A survival instinct
A need
The highs and lows must be preserved
Stanzas became my lifeline
Words keep my heart pumping -
Brain buzzing

Fingers kept typing
Pencils kept moving
Ink smudged across tightened knuckles
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts
No longer stuck at the edge of my pink tongue

A life without poetry is a life without meaning
No way to express joy
No way to express pain
Love, sadness, heartbreak, happiness

Poetry came to me
During both the sunrise and the sunset
The pink skies speckled blue
Me, Green, Orange, Yellow, You
Don't you see?
The epitome of mixed emotion
A poets requiem
A poets dream