• 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 •

• 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 •

oscar wilde, oscar wilde, where do i start with this man?

let's start with october 16th, 1854 in ireland, where his tale began.

born with the talent of words blooming in his mind,

and a free soul caged in his body, waiting to unwind.

came from a prominent family, studied at oxford in the 1870s,

he gained notice as a scholar, and for his poetry and acuity.

diamond in the rough, i like to call him,

for even his chances of escaping from the society's judgments were slim.

known for his flamboyance and societal scandals,

against society's injustice, he inspired me to battle.

and by battle i don't mean a sword and a shield or a bow and arrow.

i mean a paper and a pen and a mind which isn't narrow.

his pivotal words awaken a rebel in me,

he taught me not only to live excitingly, but to also live free.

his stunning lyrics motivate me to the stars and against people's bigotry,

i mean, with books and love and freedom, who wouldn't be happy?

he once said, "the books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its shame,"

to write a book with the misdeeds of wicked people is now my poetic aim.

his life encourages me to lead my artistic life,

now in words and dreams, my poetry-brimming mind thrives.

my soul was born old, and with my ambitions and verses i grow youthful.

the tragedy of life though, as wilde had stated, is that we're born young and grow to be immemorial.

he inspirits me to scribble the poetry i cannot live,

and to live the poetry i cannot pencil.

this man is the epitome of artistry, wit, beauty and a life lived wild and tough,

and this is why i entitle my greatest inspiration, oscar wilde, as an artistically dazzling diamond in the rough.