Purpose of Poetry

Poetry is putting a diaphanous veil over something unappealing, speaking regarding it just subdued enough to put into oblivion how abraded and festering and suppurate the wound is.

It’s a language of emphasizing inspiration, subjectivity – of Romanticism and painless augury, full of fanatical sentimentalism and compelling twists of the tongue.

Metaphors are hazardous travesty, using a sort of transfiguration to turn wordless sentiment into imaginable circumstances.

The way the anguish rios through yoyr body and flusters your every bones compelling you to envision misery as it pull you down to great depths and choking breaths.

The truth is, poetry is a deceiver, a fibber, an equivocator. Never fall for its exquisitely crafted stanzas causing slips into the dense fog of nostalgia.

words

one is made of letters

properly sequenced,

in an order

to be able to deliver its meaning.

layered with tissue,

capable of breaking

and while a heart that can beat,

look alive

and still be empty

at the same time,

there are words that sprouted

from metaphors,

rhymes,

that are nothing less than

ironies.

beautiful

yet

meaningless.