all I ever wanted to do was write.
from the time I was four and could
comprehend Shel Silverstein to the very
seconds as I compile these words together,
creating this poem before you,
I just wanted to write;
I always wanted to create grand designs
from measly little figures, known as letters
I wanted to share a fragment of my mind
with others and give a voice to the silent,
as those before myself did so greatly for me
because all I am is an aspiring young writer
who's dream was always to share a bit of my mind
but who could never finished a single tale in
which its words have touched paper,
for I have piles of journals filled with
pages of many different forms of writing
all cut short by inability to make it good enough
in a way, this brought doubt upon my lifelong dream
because if I couldn't even create one worthy story,
then how could I dream of inspiring others with my art
I gave up on poetry long long ago when
I couldn't connect to my own words
and my rhythms never made any sense
I tried far away tales of castles and dragons,
but I could never reach the dragon being defeated
due to my lack of skill in making it sound like the books
I played my hand at songs about heartbreak
and even then, I couldn't finish the second verse b/c
my words didn't sound as nice as the ones on the radio
I obviously could never be like the writers before me,
I could never inspire anyone with my silly work
for I could not even transfer the words in my mind
to lousy paper and make the stupid thing sound pretty
all until I remembered my intent was to create art
and everyone knows art isn't suppose to be pretty
art is suppose to make you feel something
and oh boy did I feel something the first time
I put the final touches on my own poem in which
I connected to all my words and nothing did rhythm
I had taken the nonsense of my mind and
actually created a piece of my own work in which
the dragon was finally defeated,
the second verse fully completed,
and the rhythms didn't even need to exist
from the time I could understand poetry to
the very moments I write these lines,
I wanted to create beautiful art with little letters
and touch even 1 person's soul with my words
because all I am is an aspiring young writer who
just wanted to find their place in the world of art
and who could only do that when they stopped
trying to fit into the mold of those before them
for my poems are not of love and stars
and they don't always sound very pretty,
but they share pieces of my complex mind
and well I apologize but no,
my mind doesn't rhythm