This class has opened my mind causing me to look deeper into myself to pull out thoughts from the treasure of experiences and wisdom I have accumulated over the last 22 years. I learned that through poetry I could take these thoughts and put them together in very unique and complex ways. I look at poetry as if I am painting, and every event in life and all experiences and knowledge is merely a color on the palette. With poetry, as in any other form of art, creativity is only limited to your imagination, which has not a limit. The muse can take you place where you did not know existed, painting magnificent works of art, giving thoughts a heartbeat on the paper giving the reader a thought to digest.
The poems I have read and the poems I wrote, in many ways, were very similar to my poems. Although the writers have experience what they wrote about differently I can see the relationship between my poems and the poems I read because I have experience many of the feelings, emotions these writer experience in the poems they wrote.
Here is a muse poem I wrote after a long day of work right after counting the money I earned. Tell me what you think.
The Shared Obsession
Your presence is so cherished
Every moment spent with you leaves me in a euphoric high
You complete me,
Give me all I need
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
I love you for everything you have gave me,
only wanting you more and more
but you demand to me treated like a whore
I Cant keep you to myself
the more I share you, the better you treat me, only to give me more
Stressful Days with out you, insatiable desire for your love
I wonder why
Your love will make people kill for you.
Everyone lives just for a chance to be with you
Do anything they have to do,
Stick up stores just for more
Women sell there bodies and seduce you into there possession
Just to make you feel more like a whore,
You tell me trust in god, knowing the evil it takes to get you
It makes me wonder
Even people who never saw you want you
Work hard for you just to share you
Empty stomachs and bare feet
From South America to Africa to the middle east
Parents will leave their children in pursuit of you
Hungry and with out food
Yet people who have you take you for granted and treat you like the whore you are
Just because you can give them more than all that they want
People need you, and will love to have you just for a minute
And those are the people who need you the most
They can have you too, but they don’t
And still I wonder why
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