Writing Poetry

This is what it feels like

Somebody once asked me: “What’s it like writing poetry?” Well…Unlike anything that can be described But I will try: Writing poetry is like scraping a chalkboard with your fingernails Until you get accustomed to the sound; Once you’re used to it You get this urge to share it with everybody else… But you know they’ll be deafened by this atrocious symphony So you translate it into a hybrid melody; You see, for me Poetry is rarely birthed from the sublime aspects of life Rather, its moment of conception is marked By those grotesque, disgusting, repulsive things we hide inside Those disturbing noises of the mind… There you go, my friend, You have your answer; That is what it’s like writing poetry And no, no, no…It’s not for everybody.