Disengaged

from the world. That's how I felt yesterday. The last day of school, you're supposed to be overjoyed. Free at last, right? Not me. It never really sunk in. Walking around, waiting for that rush of euphoria. I'm still waiting.

I find that whenever I'm feeling detached and unemotional, I like to write poetry, and that poetry is better. You'd think it'd be the other way around, that when I'm present and in the moment, I'd write beautiful poetry, but it's not true. You see, it's only when you step back from the world that you can write about it accurately, you can look into the sun and not be blinded, to be very poetic. And speaking of being poetic, here is a poem I wrote yesterday. Cliché? A little. But it's happy, which is not like me, but nice, right?

Poetry Is Meant to be Written

Poetry is meant to be written.
Not typed, but written,
with a smooth fountain pen,
like the one my favorite teacher uses.

Poetry is meant to be remembered
from a time when you were so
Happy
you wondered if it were all a
Dream,
or the time when you were so
Sad
because it was.

Poetry is meant to be imagined
On a picturesque day
When you're lying stomach down
on the warm front porch,
cheek on the rough wood worn smooth by
bare feet,
or,
When you're lying face up
in a field of tall grass and
you feel
perfectly invisible
to the world,
and the clouds won't tell your secret.

Poetry is meant to be Dreamed,
and Wished,
and Concocted,
and Sang,
and Given as a gift
from someone who
Inspires you to write poetry
Every Day.