Stupid Secrets

Most of my poems have just one inspiration......everything revolves around her.

I read somewhere that there are rules to be followed in poetry, and that there is no such thing as a unique pattern to poetry. Basically it said that if you write something that is not traditionally in rhythm, it doesn't count as poetry. I don't believe in that, so everytime I write, I try to avoid the cliché poetic rhythm that I have read all my life, as I'm drawn a lot towards something funky happening with the flow of a piece, and thus I tend to always put some efforts to break out of any predictive rhythm in my poems
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Quiet! The walls can hear you
Your story is intriguing
To say the least

Hold! The breeze will reveal—
That what shouldn't be shared
Not just with the living
But even more the deceased

Till you are certain
Till you can be sure
Let all be oblivious
Not a soul should know
Lay low, bro, lay low!