Stories are words When words make sense And thoughts never end. Music tells a story, And actions do too But we do not choose which ones affect you. I once read Dr. Suess He said "Life's a little weird and we're all a little weird and when we find someone whos weirdness is compatible with our own we fall in mutual weirdness and call it love" Stories come from above In our brain And where we felt pain Writing with no reason to refain. I use to burn my poetry Because I didn't want anyone to see What it meant to me. To pick up a sixteen word page and say Hey, what a day, what a day! Nay, I never inspired Or ignited anyones fire I lit the pages And watched as they curled in flame.
This was my grade 12 english final essay. The question was why do we tell stories and I wrote a poem instead. Aced it.