An Introduction to Poetry

Ahem. This is the point where I get all mystical and poetic. Well, that isn't true. Anyways, in one of my weird moments, my brain coughed up this little introduction. It's really sad, actually. I think I'll probably scare most of you off. Stick around, though. :3

An Brief Introduction to the Magical World of Poetry
(...meant to be a joke.)

The rich broad mountains are stained a dark indigo. Somewhere in the distance they rise to touch the darkening sky. If time does not move then maybe the lurking stillness in night will be eternal...just as words are...

Every breath is dancing on the tips of oblivion, waiting for the word to be spoken so it can flee, flee from the prison of speak to spoken. And perhaps somewhere in the purple mountains they gather, ringing among the tops of the quiet night. There are blackbirds that rest on the mountaintops, carrying traces of words back with them as they fly off as the sun rises...and so on every tip of their wings is a hope, a longing...that maybe we are just a tiny speck on the cloth weaved from a thousand different beliefs and different wishes.

Just a single word can stir the emotions, as long if you choose it right. Happiness, mourning, contentment...there are no restraints. Poetry is nothing but words woven together masterfully. That is the true beauty of it.

And there you have it. Probably, eh, definitely the worst writing on the face of Earth. (<--pointed sarcasm. hehe.) I actually like it, even though it makes no sense. Like it too, please!
Thank you for taking the time to read it~<3

-Chichi xoxo