Through the predator's eyes
He is mighty, I am terribly weak
Through the predator's eyes
I am too cowardly to even speak
Through the predator's eyes
He is undefeated, and never shall be
Through the predator's eyes
I look juicy, tender, ready to eat
Through the predator's eyes
I am just too delicate, too petite
Through the predator's eyes
I am prey
So he lunges on his feet
Through the predator's eyes
I have got away! Yipee!
Through the predator's eyes
I am a waste of precious meat
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Movement of Poetry
Poetry is movement to me.
You can express yourself and show your emotion. You can do almost anything with it. It could be funny, sad, happy, or anything you set your mind to. Your life. Your dreams. Your mind. Your imagination.
You just think, and with a thought you can make a poem so gracious or moving or anything you want it to be.
You can shape it, as if it were clay, and change it to your liking before you complete it, and aprove of it, and love it, and make sure you have fixed mess-ups, and have arranged it corectly, or anything. And you as a poet are the potter, and you create the poetry.
Poetry is your own.
Poetry is movement. And it moves me.
<3
You can express yourself and show your emotion. You can do almost anything with it. It could be funny, sad, happy, or anything you set your mind to. Your life. Your dreams. Your mind. Your imagination.
You just think, and with a thought you can make a poem so gracious or moving or anything you want it to be.
You can shape it, as if it were clay, and change it to your liking before you complete it, and aprove of it, and love it, and make sure you have fixed mess-ups, and have arranged it corectly, or anything. And you as a poet are the potter, and you create the poetry.
Poetry is your own.
Poetry is movement. And it moves me.
<3
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