Art is a game. Poetry as well. At the end of the day, you either know how to play it or not.

A good author is he who isn’t afraid to speak his mind; he who dictates the art of the verse. A scribbler who merely keeps quiet and enjoys being lauded is nothing but a reader with nothing of importance to do. He whose written word trickles from his wounds into the world and onto paper is not afraid to both praise and criticize, this is what he strives towards.

Poetry, to me, is a type of shamanistic chant capable of chasing away the darkness within us.

Poetry is an old wise serpent which only occasionally comes out to catch the sun (and scare people).

Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world