by Kat Ballew

Created on: January 21, 2010

Poetry is,
The color of black, an understanding that reflects from the page, reaching the folds within our mind, touching our hearts with the desire to mourn.

An Attempt,
to draw us to a place where life is not real, where dreams are allowed, where people wander about, their souls forlorn.

A Desire,
a need to hear words in organized lines, to hide from the realities of life and escape the colors of responsibilities and expectations.

A Place to Relax,
and rest for awhile, forsaking ones who challenge our sanity, forcing our demeanor to wear a façade of composure, a mask of deliberation.

An Inspiration,
the readings inspire the desires within to retaliate in rhyme, to wear the same hues of heartache and blend the beats with mysterious passion.

An Invitation,
to create a beginning, to enthrall and antagonize, leaving the end open with a question mark, formed with compassion.

A Thought,
hidden in corners of our hallucinations, teasing our curiosity, raging within our minds, challenging our creativity.

A Challenge,
to reach for places where no one has ever been, forcing our dreams to become reality, unleashing hidden talents that have long been held in captivity.

Poetry Is.

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