Finding the Poetry This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I'm thinking about what poetry is
A collage of emotions
Spit out and
Chewed up and
Into tiny paper balls that don't rhyme
And then I'm thinking
That this is my song
A monogram of my being
A taste of my life
Licked off my skin
Rolled in my tongue
Convalescent wonders
Stirred up by the poetic impulse
And now finally the papers are smooth
Stanza ridden
Syllable matching
Rhyming lines
And all I see is a fragile skeleton
Corroded and picked at
Eaten and devoid of fleshy truth
So I reach over
Into the wire basket
And spill out the ripped-up rejections
And unpredictably phrased
And I smooth out the papers
Creased and smudged
Erased and rewritten
A messy montage
Of articulate painting and vomited anger
A mosaic of beauty and pain
My sweat and blood and tears
And here I am
Splayed out
In crimson froth
And angelic halos
Contorted and beautiful
Naked and composed
Fleshy and full
Of truth
And here is where
I find the poetry

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Lily">This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 17 at 3:34 am
i love this so much!
Debbie1 said...
May 23, 2011 at 5:20 pm
I LOVE this poem. It's just...breathtaking! Very emotional... very REAL. Definetely one of my favorites. Keep writing!
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