//Dead Poets society//
Look around you.
This world is made for you to paint
With your own stories,
To write your own adventures.
It has galaxies hidden in corner of bookstores
Waiting to be discovered.
It's waiting to hear words drip down your tongue
Like honey to cover the bruises left by men of war.
It's waiting for you to cover it's walls with stories,
of madness and
of madmen who once saw the world differently,
It wants you to be
The madman that makes a difference,
That walks to a different rhythm and beat,
Not ordinary thumping brogans
but steel capped boots marching against the concrete.
It wants you to create Lores and Gods,
Weave together tales from the bluebells
and bleeding hearts sitting on your windowsill
Till hearts are bleeding from your tales down the centuries.
It wants to be nurtured by you,
To hear you laugh about love and life
With Hands riddled in paper cuts from dictionaries,
In the face of miserable men
Whose hands are not stained with ink
But with the blood of children.
It wants to hear your melody
As you dance around with people, men and women,
Indulge in the simple pleasures of the world and it's beauty,
And Write about love to "woo" the love of your lives.
The world has had its shakespeare and Keats,
Tennyson and Poe whose verses can bring smiles from strangers on the streets.
It needs you, It wants you
to stand on desks and be your own person,
To let your voice be heard till the horizon in the distance,
To scream from rooftops your own verses
That will one day will be laid down in history.
So Carpe diem my friends.
This world is yours and yours only.
It's a colloseum for passion and the passionate,
Something that makes life worth living.
It makes you a human and humane.
This is what we cover our lives with
Inch by inch.
It's for what we live.
For love,
For beauty,
For romance,
And For poetry.
Inspired by the Movie and Book 'Dead poets society'
You can check out this poetry on my Instagram as well.
@ Teddyblue17_
