Slammed is Awesome. So is Point of Reatreat. I'll love you forever, Colleen Hoover.

Hey, only one day has passed and I'm almost through halfway of Point of Retreat. 
One of the best things about Slammed is poetry. So is it in Point of Retreat. 
I'm gonna share with you one of my favourites. This poem wasn't written by either Will or Lake. It was by an absolute stranger who was quite a frequent visitor to the poetry-slamming club. Here it goes:

Write Poorly

by Edmund Davis-Quinn (in Point of Retreat by Colleen Hoover)

Write poorly

Suck

Write Awful

Terribly

Frightfully

Don't care

Turn off the inner editor

Let yourself write

Let it flow

Let yourself fail

Do something crazy

Write fifty thousand words in the month of November.

I did it.

It was fun, it was insane, it was one thousand six hundred and sixty seven words a day.

It was possible.

But, you have to turn off your inner critic.

Off completely.

Just write.

Quickly.

In Bursts.

With joy.

If you can't write, run away for a few.

Come back.

Write again.

Writing is like anything else.

You won't get good at it

immediately.

It's a craft you have to keep getting better.

You don't get to Julliard, unless

you practice.

If you want to get to Carnegie Hall,

practice, practice, practice.

...or give them a lot of money.

Like anything else it takes ten thousand hours to get to mastery.

Just like Malcolm Gladwell says.

So write.

Fail.

Get your thoughts down.

Let it rest.

Let it marinate.

Then edit.

But don't edit as you type,

that just slows the brain down.

Find a daily practice,

for me it's blogging everyday.

And it's fun.

The more you write, the easier it gets.

The more it is a flow, the less a worry.

It's not for school, it's not for a grade,

it's just to get your thoughts out there.

You know they want to come out.

So keep at it. Make it a practice.

And write poorly, write awfully,

write with abandon and it may end up being

really

really

good.

 What do you think? Great, eh? To me, yes, it's the best. Just exactly what I need now.
I'm not one who possesses a poetic nature. Poems are always too hard for me to comprehend. 
But it's not the case in Slammed and Point of Retreat. The poems...I don't need to tear my head apart or claw at my hairs or furrow my brows so hard I'm gonna get wrinkles all over my forehead to get the meanings hidden behind the words; I just...need to...feel them. They come straight to my heart, like melody, so musical, so beautiful, so warm. I love Colleen Hoover's poems. I wish she would write a book of poems one day. I will practically do anything to have it. Kill me if I don't.