hey aanika,
there are a lot of holes in life aren't there? but maybe we are all poets because we have such a huge picture of what life is supposed to look like, and sound like, and be like that we punch holes into our cardboard lives and call it poetry. maybe that's why it's nice to read poetry but better to write it. because we are just clowns outside and bitter inside?
i have no idea.
and well. don't you sometimes feel empty. and then don't you hate that feeling, like being stuck at home on a cold freezing rainy night. that restless, achy feeling floating inside. because when you close your eyes, and remember golden sunsets and how red was for painting shoes and offhand smiles and hospitals and how everything became black, don't you want to just sigh away that feeling but it swims infront of your eyes and hurts.
because you remember talcum powder on your face and a gentle hand making it even, and you remember being fed, and you remember everything else and then it's just sadder inside.
and then you know it's worse out there, once you step out or watch the news. you know it's worse for someone else out there. it comforts you, but doesn't make you glad. i think i am gladder anyhow for a few things.
for one, death brings with it lessons, memories, courage. and it's inevitable. everyone dies. it's a matter of when. so it's better to have had someone so dear who doesn't have to suffer anymore than have a cruel person who hates you but lives for the longest time. and life's anne grabiel, optimism and gladder meanings. we just have to look for silver linings so we can see the gold underneath, inside ourselves.
i think poets should write happier things. well! and then again, we make our living. and no matter how much we shout or yell or cry or hate or hurt, nothing will change. we have to give it time. and maybe it wiil.
and then, all the while, i'll just try be glad. (:
love
charu
Author notes
-thanks for the whole idea of a letter, and it is so much like a peachy rant isn't it? i'm really sorry for that. thank you for reading all the way till here anyways. 
one day, when i have more time on my hands, i'll write option one just for you. anyways, i think you are special anyhow. anyone who writes poetry like you do has to be.
c h e c k m a t e
A contest entry
- write me a letter, yeah. by aanika.
1998 points, ended July 5, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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lovely!
I loved all the messages you sent across and it had me thinking. I think another think poets do is to make people think- and reflect. Deep down, what does it all come down to? and do some things really need us wasting the whole day thinking about? What really matters?
This was not a rant nope.
It was amazing poetry! 
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this was a gorgeous entry to her contest.
overflowing with true sentiments of life.
I do think poets look at the world completely different than the average person.
but you turned everything around to be hopeful and optimistic at the end.
refreshing to read.
wonderful letter. <3
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i absolutely LOVE the first paragraph. it's so so true.
and i love how you took everything you've been feeling and asked me if i've felt that way too. the answer is yes. a million times yes. that's what comes with being a poet. pain and beauty.
i also liked how you ended the letter on a hopeful note.
i haven't seen much of that lately.
don't apologize for your 'rant'. it's beautiful and cathartic and wonderful and i love this contest so much because it seems like it's helping you guys and me.
thank you so much for saying i'm special, but i don't think i'm much. anyone who writes poetry at all or feels at all or loves at all is pretty damn special in my mind. thanks so much for entering.
<3
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