Poetry, BAH!

Poetry is a form of selection. Wisely, words are chosen to form short and witful phrases. It's the collection of such thoughts that bring forth the art. The art of expression and empathy. The diference between a lyrical mess and poetry, is originality. Patterns of rhyming, strict syllable rules and all these restrictions nearly makes the poet within me convulse in shivers. I'll admit, I'm condescending regarding the topic of poetry. I hardly ever willingly read poetry from others. I'd rather read my own, steal lines from myself and make more. To branch off, really. I'm always left with rage reading others' work. I can't change what they have written, however I can to my own. The best poetry comes from pure thought. Free form rants which are merely dressed well. Rants is a vague word as well. Anything that goes into detail, more specific the clearer the image is, is what I can smile at.

School poem.

Lurk these halls
Observe the maturity through the years
A courthouse background settling the scene
This school is of no other
History of it has made it so

I ignore the sounds I hear
Bells forlorn, and firedrills silent
Congratulations on graduation is all I accept

Early school day mornings
I regret to awake to the soon to come stench
The wreaking pubescent dirty children

Senses are a curse
In these six hour spurts
Farewell, to those suffering too