Poem -

Why I Write

When people ask me why I write, I tell them "I write because I want my poetry to mean something".

Something that makes the tears from eyes dry

Something that makes the sky more beautiful to those eyes...

Something

I want words from my lines to inspire others to write rhymes, that inspire others to change

something

I want my words to be so profound that the high come down, and the low rise from the ground

words that resound from ear to ear from year to year from town to town

I write because I want my poetry to inspire the masses

words that break up social classes

words that get people off their asses to change...something

I realize that all words are not beautiful on the outside

I also realize an "ugly" word can have beautiful connotations

I want my words to penetrate the ear

enter the brain

penetrate the heart

to consume the soul

in whole meaning not just one but mankind

for the purpose of making man...kind

for Gods stars to shine that much brighter

if words can cause wars they can sure make consciousness higher

since I wrote this hot shit, mind to ink to pen, fuel to this peaceful fire

hopefully

hopefully

Ill write something that will inspire...something

something that will make someone in need to express pick up a pen

look at a pad look back, say " that was deep"

and pick up my words again

whether it be a politician writing laws to make all equal

to a writer for all our favorite shows to come back in sequels

from the teacher finding new ways to teach

to the child who's deepest thought needs brought to life through speech

words that make me feel inexplicable when my daughters proudly smile

the same words that fuel my son to realize he is a lion and will lead his pride with strength wrapped in style

I want to write words that make them know they are and mean something

I just want to inspire something...and that's why I write

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Christopher Correia

Ghetto Hippie I like this one a lot man, it has a certain nobility in the way it moves,Β your articulation stays on Β point and you're not talking down or preaching..Β the reader was pulled in by all the reasons youΒ write; great reasons....Β personally I stood up and listened; I ask that question to myself everyday....your reasons are some of the best I've ever read, thank your for posting this edifying write....cheersΒ 

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