Poetry makes my brain angry.
When I write poetry, my ideas get caught like a pig in a trap.

Do I want to write about this? Or this? Or maybe even that over there….

I could write about all sorts of things!
Balloons, cheesecake, JUSTIN BIEBER and his dreamy eyes that everyone seems to get caught up in. They’re almost like two little oceans, drawing you in and making you wonder how he manages to be so perfect….
The options are endless, but I need a beginning.

I could compare penguins to people, and say that even though they have wings, they can’t fly.
Penguins and people have the tools they need, they just haven’t figured out how to use them yet.

I could compare chains to life, saying they hold you down. But that would be awfully cliché.

So I don’t want to do that!
I just want to write a poem.
I want to write a poem with meaning.
I want to write a poem that when I’m done with it, people will have been changed.

After this poem, I want people to be kind to one another.
I’m serious, that would be awesome.
I want a world where people aren’t mean to others to be cool.
I want a world where communication comes before violence.

After people hear this poem, I want them to clap because it changed their lives.
I want people to stand up for what they believe in and I want people to stand up at the end of this poem.
I want people to have self-respect and respect themselves for having it.

I want people to be responsible for themselves, and only themselves.
I want people to stop trying to control the world, because you can only control how you react to it.

Maybe, people are all good on the inside, but they just don’t realize it.
Maybe, they need something to help them realize it.
Maybe, that thing could be a poem.


That thing could be my poem.
My poem could change the way people interact.
My poem could make people want to be the best person they can.

You think I’m kidding?
Does it look like I’m kidding?

No.
I have a dream.
I have a dream that one day, I can write a poem with as much meaning and heart and impact as the last episode of pretty little liars.
I hope that one day, I can write a poem that will affect people’s lives.
I want people to have dreams about my poem.
I want people to want to be my poem.

When people see me, I want them to know I wrote that poem.
The poem that changed them.
The poem heard by everybody and accepted by everybody.

So, excuse me, but I have to go.
I’ve got a poem to write.