I WROTE THIS. PLEASE ENJOY AND FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE.
You know, I'm just sitting here,
So completely, and utterly clueless it's seem with which I'm smitten
Trying to think of the most amazing poem I have ever written
Thinking of everything from what terms I will use
to how to spell the word, 'completely'
I'm started to query that this is pointless, it's just a ruse
within myself,
If I try too hard, I'll try too hard
And I realize, that this will not do
I keep striving for a royal flush, but all I can get is the high card
But isn't that good enough in the end?
Getting that passing grade,
Coasting through life doing just the bare minimum
NO
I can't let this opportunity fade
Everything.
Every little goddamn thing
Is MY chance.
MY chance to leave my mark forever
Whether it be I get footloose and dance
or I go opposite and many a limb I sever
It all starts somewhere
But to get there
Sacrifices must be made, I know why this they say
Even now, as I write this, I push my dog away
And I know,
Everything, comes so clearly in a fasion
It's overwhelming
All of the colors are just clashin'
I'm tapping my fingers to the music
Unable to hear or pay attention to anything but this poem
But I still know what is happening all the same
Life is the same as always, it's just banausic
But is it?
Is it really?
Inside I'm tearing it all apart
A blank page, an unpainted piece of art
this poem
I now understand
No matter what I say,
This, everyone will hear the words of my despise
This, everyone will hear the hidden cries
This, everyone will know my love for french fries
This, everyone will see my lies
BECAUSE
Poetry is what YOU make of it
I'm just the dude making the template, the outline
But, YOU,
YOU ARE truly writing this, you're making it's sign
Who gives a damn what I'm saying,
It's all chatter for all you know,
It's all cuckoo
It's taboo
But YOU, my friend,
YOU, my love,
You should get the credit for this
Because YOU'RE the one who is reading this, not me
YOU are the one who is reading this poem
YOU are the one critiquing,
My future is in your hands
As a great people once said,
"So far away,
we wait for the day"
And to me now,
And to me here,
it means you control what I do with poetry,
your words will influence me to either,
Get elated, become famous, overdose and die
Or make me hold back tears, slit my wrists, and cry
As all life slowly fades away as I curl up as so a kojin hana
Not to mention all the things in between
It's the thrill of the ride
So why,
Why am I wasting it all in this room, inside
You know, I'm just sitting here,
I could be from a broken home, a 14-year old sipping a beer
I could rich as could be,
a bored, kid experimenting with a dangerous drug
I could be a hardened convict, killing without even the slightest shrug
We all kill, though, we're all the apex predator
The way we squash a fly,
And the way we afterhand, just walk on by
Passing an alley,
and seeing God knows what
An old man whose neck is cut
A baby in a trash can
An innocent young girl getting raped by a 40-year old man
And we do.............
Nothing.
We say to ourselves,
"Gee, golly, that's too darn bad."
Go on our merry way, not feeling the slightest bit sad
Because that's what it is
It's the reason for everything
It's why soda has its fizz
it's why we have sports
It's why I'm giving you examples of why, why, WHY
The reason is, in fact, WHY
Because WHY is the question people ask
WHY is the reason people keep chemicals in flasks
WHY is the reason people wear deodorant
So the rest of us don't have to wear oxygen masks
Because when we say WHY
We get to the bottom of it
Like Holmes, we solve the case
Of WHY there is gravity
or WHY is there life on Earth and nowhere else
WHY is the reason we find answers in life
So we're not so dumb next time and it isn't that big of a strife
The funny thing about this
is that while I'm having such an epiphany
You know, I'm just sitting here,
Seeing we have no furniture made with mahogany
But at the same time
I wonder, who cares?
I feel absolutely sublime
Who needs the money for such nonsense
Who needs iron bars when a chain link will do just fine for a fence?
Literature is like money, in sorts
It can be as bad as an evil mastermind and his cohorts
It can be the true best thing that ever happened
And as I get into the writing I'm doing,
I find I have to battle the urge to get on the internet less often
And I enjoy myself, doing this than some other sin
And I realize once again, that maybe this is
nothing else, just is everything,
THE TRUE PURPOSE
And mauger all my beautiful contradictions
That is a reason, too,
Finding yourself, finding your reason.
And once again, mauger all this self-enlightenment I'm feeling
I worry, for I know I must print this when I get to school tomorrow
If I can't I'll truly feel every one of this replaced by sorrow,
because I'm putting everything into this poetry
I gotta say
no holds barred
nothing held back
This time, you may not be ready for my comeback
But that's OK
I forfiet, is not a bad thing to say
Just sit back and relax,
Because I'm done?
Hardly
Off the wall,
bouncing everywhere?
My rhyme scheme is indecipherable?
That's OK
To some, my end result is atrocious
my thinking of my thoughts?
To you, it could be monstrous
But maybe, my dream is to get through
brake barriers to you, you, you, you
This isn't anything perfect, it's just me
Can't you see,
Surely you can
You know, I'm just sitting here,
I don't even know where I'm going with this,
I'm just writing any one thing my heart lists
It's all a jumble
It's all a football fumble
It's all a weed-a-tumble
But that's what it what it is in
There's those reasons again
God, I really want to say 'Fin'
I feel as time valuable is simply being wasted
But alas, I can't stop, and I shan't stop
Until my unleashed spirit has all it has tasted
This mess, this wildly natural,
As I said before, it has negatives
I must admit, my family, my friends are in bad places
And I know this,
But the poem is calling me upon
These poetic wings of glory will carry us all on
Because life goes on
Longer than all,
Longer than this you're reading
Longer than me,
Longer than thee,
The rush
The push
I don't care if it doesn't rhyme
I love this, and it's beauty
To me,
to me,
I love what I'm doing
I'm going in and out of the fine lines
I'm a kindegartner,
but even that's too much credit
I might as well be the fat kid in the back of class
sucking his thumb and eating crayons
But it's what I want for myself
I'm sweating now
I'm so bloody excited my heart is racing
I want to get up and start pacing
Is this an epic?
Is this a Junie B. Jones book?
I've almost lost track of what I'm doing here
Which is truly wonderful
This time I've had to over-mull
Everything from A to Z
From 1 to Infinity
And beyond
I've explored an entire universe
Though, mauger it all,
You know, I'm just sitting here,
From the furiousness of my writing
From my household, I'm getting the strangest leer,
Do I choose to acknowledge it, and explain?
NO
I keep writing
I keep pounding my soul to smithereens
Because I'm a teenager
I'm selfish
I don't care
In front of kids I'll swear
Tell them it's cool
I'll fancy as I please
But see, that's the great thing,
Because I won't,
Because of morals and consience,
And I know it's wrong,
That's how I know this can't be so bad
Because someone taught me these rights and these rights and wrongs
Because someone came at me, hammer and tongs, and shoved a book in my nose
I learned everything, from animal rights to even yes, poetry
I did that by
sitting there in a desk
SITTING THERE
Going back to my previous ramblings
You can be anything,
but that's up to YOU
Or it is up to me?
All this and more
I wish I could share, before
before I fade away,
Fade like Piggy gone forever from the shore
God, I don't want this to end,
I'm too far deep now,
These dreaded sirens have claimed me
And I gladly accept my fate
Is this my destiny,
or did I go too far?
My striving, hungry, youthful attitude was perfect
But instead, like a virus,
It did me in, just another victim to it's infe
returning from 8 years hiatus haha so maybe renovating a little :>
