Being frank here,
I think a lot
And I think about
my thinking
And I have a unique way of thinking
as do most people
But I combine my thoughts
with analogies
I conceive through
my creativity
And weave them
into words
Which I have learned to love
through my obsessive reading
in my elementary
school
days
...
That's it
I haven't read
enough official
published
poetry
I don't really
edit my
poetry
much
I don't overthink
it
too much
either
Just my thoughts,
on a lonely page
...
...
...
I've wondered time
and time again,
is this even
poetry?
My thoughts
carved with
a
choppy
cleaver
Rough on the edges
with spots of
honesty
As well as
parts,
as smooth and cold
as marble
The honesty hidden
beneath
eloquence
analogies
other distractions
evasions
...
when the truth
is too much
But it's still me on the page
...
...
But what I can't figure out
is,
do I do it
for social approval?
To be heard?
To spill out my emotions?
To make something beautiful?
...
Just cause?
A wintry night
the wind swirls around
...
...
...
blowing my questions
away with a chill...
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Being frank here,
I think a lot
And I think about
my thinking
And I have a unique way of thinking
as do most people
But I combine my thoughts
with analogies
I conceive through
my creativity
And weave them
into words
Which I have learned to love
through my obsessive reading
in my elementary
school
days
...
That's it
I haven't read
enough official
published
poetry
I don't really
edit my
poetry
much
I don't overthink
it
too much
either
Just my thoughts,
on a lonely page
...
...
...
I've wondered time
and time again,
is this even
poetry?
My thoughts
carved with
a
choppy
cleaver
Rough on the edges
with spots of
honesty
As well as
parts,
as smooth and cold
as marble
The honesty hidden
beneath
eloquence
analogies
other distractions
evasions
...
when the truth
is too much
But it's still me on the page
...
...
But what I can't figure out
is,
do I do it
for social approval?
To be heard?
To spill out my emotions?
To make something beautiful?
...
Just cause?
A wintry night
the wind swirls around
...
...
...
blowing my questions
away with a chill...
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