the beauty of poetry.

when i was younger i had a book of classic poetry that i would eagerly read from front cover to back, sometimes even reciting them aloud... and this was how my appreciation for poetry developed and grew. i enjoyed every poem and story we discussed in English Lit at school although most, if not all, of my classmates hated and dreaded the subject. i even tried my hand at composing poems, often surfing the internet for inspiration and to share my works with others.

obviously i wasn't Shakespeare or Wordsworth material, or i would be effortlessly spewing out proses and sonnets to this day.

somewhere along the way, my ability to put thoughts & emotions into words has failed me.

i never knew it was disposable.



i carry your heart with me by ee cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)



all that is gold does not glitter by jrr tolkien

all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
renewed shall be blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.



dreams by langston hughes

hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen with snow.