I have resumed writing poetry with a fervor that is quite uncharacteristic of me. For God's sake, I don't even like poetry that much. There's something captivating about being able to memorialize small snapshots of life into a short yet meaningful snippet. And if you're able to put all of your passion, feelings, and absolute honesty? The results can be absolutely amazing and self-gratifying.
        
            On a less serious note, some people say that they reach the utmost height of creativity when they have chemical "enhancements". I ,on the other hand, produce some of my best work when I am PMS'ing. Laugh all you want, but you know it's true. All those raging and badly bottled up emotions constitue some pret-ty darn good "stuff".

          I am posting the latest poem I've written, and surprisingly it got some pretty good reviews from my classmates in my poetry technique class. They ahd some great suggestions too. Let's see how YOU can help me.

Jeddy

I couldn't squeeze a tear when my grandfather died

I was nine and couldn't feel anything.

My cousin was shuddering

Elders huddled

Like a mass of black crows

And there I was, barely frowning for the loss

Of someone I'd never known

Slowly, agonizingly slow

Every face lifted towards mine

Confusion and anger in a hundred eyes

Only then did I let loose a deluge of tears

Not for the memory of the corpse

Sleeping in the hot bronze sand

But for soccer games unattended

And is empty lap that should have been

Bouncing me at the other side of the world

I cried because I would not cry for a 

Man I did not know, but should have loved