This thing
This— translates the heart
pours those emotions you have 2 a.m. in the dark about him
oh why did he do that ishh again?
does he think we could be more than friends?
Releases those feelings about headlines
on every single news channel
black and white line
political races
missing people faces
going back and forth with the word "racist"
Relaxes and lets go of the pain
why me?
hiding slices under sleeves
am I doing the right thing?
You may never know why ink flows when understanding with the mind
This— translates the heart
soul,
spirit, and everything in it
Neurological senses descends
powerful currents of feeling, emotion, rapidly ascend
allowing one to bend on my words which speak—
through ink
the fluid that translates my heart
commands the overheating analytical machine to sleep
allowing peace. . .
This— translates the soul
for one to truly see me
This— translates the spirit
which wishes to flow freely
This is what some call poetry
Yet some believe highly intellectual
metaphors or similes are needed
to create this thing called poetry
Such foolery,
give your heart over to your ink
so that the emotions may speak
that's all there is to it you see
This— what some call poetry
is just a way for you to be you
me to be me
only lyrically