Outside the Lines

English class teaches us

How to rhyme, have a purpose, follow outlines

But creativity

Is swallowed

In monotony

Famous poems have a story

Or they rhyme

Or they have a meaning

Hidden

In the lines

But I don't think

In lines

In rhyme

In stable solid places

I think in bold

And blue

And pink green yellow

I think in flowers

And skulls

And fairies

And darkness

I see shapes

In the stars

In his eyes

In their hair

I hear silence

And whispers

And music in the wind

And rain

And the leaves falling in Autumn

Why do we need

And outline

When life has no outline

No shape

It's chaos

My poetry is chaos

Of the uncertainty of

Life

Nature

Ever changing and shifting

No beat

Several stories

All rolled up into a

Beautiful storm

There's color mixed with thought

There's rainbows

And Tornados

And Hurricanes

And fields of daffodils

Thoughts almost never make sense

And move rapidly

Ever changing

Ever shifting

At least mine do

So I'll reflect that

I'll send it out

In hopes that

Someone

Feels solidarity with this chaos

And can find a home

With me

In this glorious confusion