What is your inspiration?
Well, you see, there is no easy answer.
My poetry is not one thing
but everything put together.
When I befriend the darkness,
sad poetry occurs.
but when I am happy,
my poems have no trace of hurt.
When I am confused,
My problems are solved in verse.
It helps me stop and think
and not make the situation worse.
A tree can even inspire me,
for just look how each branch forms.
Each perfect little-crooked edge
and leaf falling to the floor.
Sometimes when in love
I'll write out all my feelings,
and then I'll just move on
and give someone else all the meanings.
Sometimes I just sit and write
and see what comes out.
Sometimes my poetry is a lie,
full of reasons and doubt.
I write of how I wish my life would be
or about a love I do not have,
and most of my inspiration comes
from what I want not what I have.