What is a Poet truly made of?
Pain and frustration or lots of Love?
Is it Paper and Pencil or Quill and Ink?
Or is it quite simply the way they think?
The way they think about life as a whole.
The way they think outside of the bowl.
Some write about beauty, some write about pain.
Some are just snooty, about what comes from their brain.
But there's the bashful shy and reserved.
That die with their poems never being observed.
Many poems have been written very well and quite great.
Which were swallowed by time when their authors met their fate.
So if you write poetry for fun or relief,
that reflects your joys or shares your grief.
Don't be shy and tuck them away.
Don't worry about what others might say.
Put them on Facebook, Twitter or Google+ share the Hell out of them.
And if you get few replies welcome to the world that I'm in.
But personally I write and try to post something as often as I can.
Because you never know what catalysts creates a better life for your fellow man.
Stanley Victor Paskavich