Seven Stanza.

The topic of my post, "Validated," has been on my mind quite a lot lately. There are some people here who I am quite positive cannot have a real conversation. Along with that topic floating around my mind, there has also been publication of the schools'.... journal? It's called Paragon, multitudes of art are between the cover, made from students, and it came out yesterday evening.

For this special occasion, they had an open mic night where people who had submitted to Paragon had the opportunity to share their story, poem, or picture. They also allowed others to share their own work or work of others they respected. During the three hours of mostly poems being read, two lines popped into my head. "Real conversation... is it such a new sensation?" I ignored it at first but slowly I began to dwell further upon the lines. Enter problem: I didn't have a pen. After awhile, A. and S. sat down next to me and I asked if they had anything to write with. The answer was affirmative and a pencil was handed over. I began scribling on the back of a letter B. had sent me and my seven stanza poem turned out alright for my first attempt. I get that I'm no pro but hey, I'm ok with that :)


I found this song that randomly came to mind... My brothers used to listen to this CD all the time so well... Here you go:
Ignore the video, they didn't have a good one.


Hello, how are you?
I'm fine, you?
Great.
Great.

Real conversation.
Such a new sensation?
Gone, dispersed,
A fleeting thought - a memory.

I have been shocked,
Mocked, and torn.
Rebuked and scorned
For wanting more.

Contradicting thought,
Questioning theory.
Is it wrong for wanting more?

What stops those from going deeper?
Failure? Pride?
The unknown speaker?

Conversations can scare.
Awkward? Sometimes.
Painful? Probably.

But don't give up,
You can do it.
Real conversation?
Let's have to it.