December 20, 2011
By , Omro, WI
I don’t want to imitate another’s work, you see?
I want to write like me. I am my favorite poet.
I write what’s real. I don’t write for others to steal.
I don’t follow directions or take any patterns.
I let my pen overtake my scattered brain. My transitions make no sense.
Thoughtless words fall off the page, they commit suicide, and I can’t help it.
My writing is like a train. It hits the brake but doesn’t stop right away.
Most poems are about feelings of being sore written in ink on this paper lined in blue.
Much like a preppy boy’s polo shirt.
The way he flirts, makes a girl write about it and decides it’s a poem.
That was and amateur line, but I can do that because I can rhyme.
I don’t want this poem to be like any other poem; I want it to be different
although I am just another struggling depressed poet waiting to impress to be pressed.

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Viridian said...
Dec. 22, 2011 at 9:07 pm
Interesting. I like the long sentences.
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