Violent Heartbeat

Violent heartbeat Poets are sponges, we take it all inside. We keep it for use later, safely in the back of our minds. A memory, an image; a picture of a picture. We are the student, the expert, the novice and the teacher. This is all I have to give! This and nothing more. Nevermore shall I lead forward; stand alone and learn to crawl. For I am but an infant, inside this land of experts; I have nothing of importance to say, Except, I love the way you use those words, With a memory so clearly full of megahertz. I am forever learning how to talk in verse; Exaggerate the truth, some say there are lies beneath those words. Poetry is yours to do as your own. Someone else’s opinion shouldn't affect your writing, So find your feet in your own time and hope to become well known. Empty your mind of negativity, so you can become free and shapeless; Then you can become anything you want to understand. You can become that thing without effort ever being wasted; Write like you mean it, with a violent heartbeat And all you will become is a writer and a poet And on the shoulders of giants you shall stand. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.