Oh, I like this alot! =^_^= -faves- You write poetry better than me and prolly now a crapload more too! xD! Keep up the writings!

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I will carve your heart out with a spork.

I don't know exactly where the ability or desire comes from. When I was assigned poetry in school, as a child, I did it and was told it was done well but on my own would seldom attempt it nor did I ever develop a passion for the profession.

My mother and father were always good with words, but I'd assumed everyone's parents were (as they were adults) and it was the expectation to be on par with their abilities one day. My father, upon thought on this, was actually skillful at rhyming, enough to warrant his family's curiosity about why he didn't write greeting cards. Alas, that might of made him a more cheerful soul so...it was a practical life of mathematics for him instead.

I find that poetry, like art, frees the user to express more about a thought when heavy thought is given to it. I am so articulate with my words usually, out of specific desire to be understood, to attempt to filter what I understand as unusual thoughts into comprehensible form. However, even with my best attempts, I still find that words fail, no matter how artful or plain to an audience that refuses to listen; often unable to hear past their own internal discord. Therefor, I find myself in admiration of those who relate to the melody but do not insist it plays exclusively for themselves.

But that is, I suppose, part of the nature of human existence and hence the far-reaching equation in E-V-O-L.

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はじめまして! _{Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.}