I write poetry that is marvelously melodious and significantly sweet.
It is all the better though when read between the lines.
Some are words of anger, of sadness, and of defeat.
This writing is best when taken in stride.
For mine is that of a poets heart.
I will write a tragedy sick and twisted,
one of war and strife.
Filled with dead decaying faces and opened veins bleeding out.
I have to keep scribbling on this paper violently saturated.
These words are black bubbling blood.
Staining these pages as I write them.
I will write a hymn for the dying to moan.
Terrifying enough to make even the toughest of heart cry out in utter terror.

I'll write an engaging ballad thats melodic and truthful.
The prologue to a not so simple kiss.
Packed full of abstractions pleasing to the eyes and warm upon the skin.
Stuffed to bursting with meaningful metaphors meant to be taken metaphorically.

I will write the loveliest of all love poems,
writing far too much.
I'll write the loveliest love poem,
writing not anywhere near enough.
I will write the ugliest most vile poem.
With words that become pictures real enough to touch.
I'll write until the end of my short time,
scratching and unfulfilled.
For mine is that of a poets soul,
yes mine is that of a poets heart.
© Josh Selby