" I still don't know how to work out a poem"

"A poem needs understanding through the senses-
The point of diving in a lake, is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake...
To...Luxuriate in the sensation of, water.
You do not work the lake out-
It is an experience beyond thought,
Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery..."

"I love mystery"

"I found your fairy princess on the wall in my room"

"And you could make her out?"

"She wears a butterfly frock...Shall we continue?"

Fantasize, memorize and vulgarize this blessed spirit of mine
With this negative capability

They close against those sapphire shards
And the coffee begins to call
It beckons you with its homely smell
And you drink it to keep from falling under a spell
You continue on
And you realise something else is gone
Where is my friend?
My companion?
My "no-strings attatched"?
My boyfriend/girlfriend
My lover?
My husband?
My wife?
My partner
Then in dawns on with the sun rising for another day
These people do not exist for you
And you wish you had fallen under that spell
And not fallen for that ol' cup of coffee
Because you can't dream anymore
And your alone, Again, to wait for these people, YOU WON'T BLINK AN EYE!!!
So you force open your eyes again and hold on,
Until the next dawn comes,
When the coffee calls
And you have forgotten
But only to remember
And continue this lonely, never-ending Cycle
Of waiting for no-one...

Click
Wait
Press
Whir
Exhale
Pace
And a flurry of taps
Click
Wait
Exhale
Pace
With an array of clicks
Then the tapping parade begins to march for what feels like an age
A eye scans,
Exhales
And the tapping continues
For a few hours, it seems like a day
Now browse,
Shift,
wriggle
wait
You break with a little exclaim
You found yourself here, this melancholy page you scan, sigh and move on
That is what this little area is in an abyss that is unknown to the human world
And with just one click
Mr. Melancholy has gone
And will dissapear into the mind
Then forgotten
Deleted and gone

"A path that accidentally found you here, on Mr. Melancholy.com "
  

If poetry doesn't come to you like leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all