When asked to describe my poetry or my method or inspiration I get tongue-tied,how would one explain breathing,I’m not saying it is as effortless as breathing though,nor do I think I am great at it,I write what comes to me,some poems are written in two minutes without any need for editing and some take hours for the idea in my head to translate into understandable words and with a fresh perspective,I strive to write something no one has heard about or no one has written about before and that is a task believe me,what love poem can one write which over hundreds of years no one has written,almost impossible,sometimes I find comfort in a quote I read “nothing is original” but if I have an idea for a poem,a line,I check it online if something on those lines has already been written,I go ahead only when I’m thoroughly convinced that my poem is in fact original,so there’s so much that goes into writing that it makes me really sad when it doesn’t reach as many people as I’d like my poem to…
in the poem below I write a little about how a poem comes into existence…

burdened by words I seek release…
other times words to me beg and plead…
many times mock and tease…
or the muse descends on her whim
and I have to write to her fancy…
often it’s this incessant itch
or voices in my head screaming endlessly…
it’s therapy
but also disease…
because I take it very seriously…
nothing frivolous about it to me
for I’d like to think this will be my legacy…
but undeniably…
I bleed love
and they call it poetry…

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