Poems

Poetry Is...
Poetry is the other world
where only you exist
where only you get to set the rules
no one there to judge you

Poetry is the wild side
where you can do whatever you want
whenever you want
reality doesn't exist
but imagination
and fairy tales
do.


What happens to a dream deferred?
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it follow you
like a shadow?
Does it give you goosebumps
like stepping out of a warm shower?
Does it suck
like dropping ice cream
on a hot summer day?
Does it fade away


Andy Warhol painting poemColor
the secret ingredient to being free
the thing boundaries can't protect
color can go anywhere
making the beautiful
even more beautiful