I just learned

That I often write

In what's called

Free Verse.

I didn't realize I was doing it,

I didn't realize it had a name.

I thought I was just spewing my thoughts,

I figured it was just my natural form.

Now that I know someone coined this

Before I was even born,

I wonder if I am more conscious.

More conscious of my form

And of how I structure my words on a page.

Will I continue as I've done in the past?

Or will my words slowly begin to...

Unravel and sink,

Morph and mingle,

In ways they've

Never interacted before?

Maybe my words are destined

To become more than

The sum of their parts.

In bursts of feeling, emotion,

Knowledge, wisdom, angst and frustration...

Shall they congeal into a mass of unformed goop

suddenly unparagraphed and unindented and hard on the eyes,

Yet still bringing my point across even if I alter my diction and phrasing?

Would people still feel connected to my heart's innerworkings if I refuse to punctuate

or indicate where a

Line begins and ends and where one thought carries into the next, and would I just start appearing like a dyslexic poet?

The poetry that flows from my mind to my mouth or to my hands as I scribble and type -- is it legitimate if th3 word2 start to unrav3l and br3ak down? Into thi2 mulch of wordy dy2lexia that 0nly c3rtain r3aders will end up d3c0ding?

I think I hav3 mad3 my po!nt 0r at l3a2t t0 my23lf anyway. As w0rd2 and f0rm d!22ap3ar and fr33 v3r23 c0nt!nu32 I c3ase ne3ding t0 s3e it diff3rently and expr3ss it alt3rnately thr0ugh new and st!mulating means.

I w!ll probably g0 back to my habitual form,

And mayb3 glitch back to a f0rm less controlled by th0ught and

Fe3lings,

And more through

Text on a scre3n

Once in a while

When my feeling2

Are no longer go0d enough

To convey something

Completely

Otherwordly.

[A/N: a little bit of info about Free Verse: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_verse]