I just write words that rhyme
I don’t have a fire burning inside
Often enough
Nor do I hunt
For chapters to tell or to talk about
I am not a hunter
Venus just finds me
Sometimes and she says
“With this pen describe me”
And sometimes of sometimes
I write up something
And sometimes some-others
Feel somewhat akin
But I’m not a poet, maybe just a victim
With a pretty mouth and a noble dream
Good at pretending and truth covering
I write more like spring, once every 4 times
It feels forced and rushed if I do otherwise
And I don’t write about that which I don’t know
Just what is familiar, boringly so
It’s more of an output when nothing else works
Be it for joy or all of my hurts
I don’t own it enough to leave an impression
So if anything it’s just leaving out the pressure
That would have imploded my chest in itself
When I felt scared and way over my head
To little me i am the final omega
But to everything else I’m not even beta
I don’t really need to so its kind-of okay
Kind-of weird as well cause I wish I could say
I don’t want to impress or in some way inspire
And I can but I’d lie so I walk on this wire
On one side confused on what I want to be
The other projections of the world back to me
All leading somewhere I don’t yet know how
It looks or it feels but what can I do now
Except walk along and see how the song
Evolves as I grow with love although slow
I’m almost a poet, I’m just good at rhyming
So I’ll dive ahead into this becoming
And see who unravels as I get almost there
Although I’m right now, I always almost forget
I am in my bed, 1:50 am
Writing what looks like almost a poem
And feeling like I’m almost getting there
Where I can create without such a care
For now, this is as close as I get
As I close my eyes in a room lighted red
And it’s plenty enough this fun play pretend
Because in the end it’s not different
From being the thing, so I’ll wake up a man
But tonight I die making word my friend.
I’m almost a poet, almost a man
Almost rich and independent
I’m almost a lover and almost present
I’m always a kid playing play pretend.
_M.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC
I just write words that rhyme
I don’t have a fire burning inside
Often enough
Nor do I hunt
For chapters to tell or to talk about
I am not a hunter
Venus just finds me
Sometimes and she says
“With this pen describe me”
And sometimes of sometimes
I write up something
And sometimes some-others
Feel somewhat akin
But I’m not a poet, maybe just a victim
With a pretty mouth and a noble dream
Good at pretending and truth covering
I write more like spring, once every 4 times
It feels forced and rushed if I do otherwise
And I don’t write about that which I don’t know
Just what is familiar, boringly so
It’s more of an output when nothing else works
Be it for joy or all of my hurts
I don’t own it enough to leave an impression
So if anything it’s just leaving out the pressure
That would have imploded my chest in itself
When I felt scared and way over my head
To little me i am the final omega
But to everything else I’m not even beta
I don’t really need to so its kind-of okay
Kind-of weird as well cause I wish I could say
I don’t want to impress or in some way inspire
And I can but I’d lie so I walk on this wire
On one side confused on what I want to be
The other projections of the world back to me
All leading somewhere I don’t yet know how
It looks or it feels but what can I do now
Except walk along and see how the song
Evolves as I grow with love although slow
I’m almost a poet, I’m just good at rhyming
So I’ll dive ahead into this becoming
And see who unravels as I get almost there
Although I’m right now, I always almost forget
I am in my bed, 1:50 am
Writing what looks like almost a poem
And feeling like I’m almost getting there
Where I can create without such a care
For now, this is as close as I get
As I close my eyes in a room lighted red
And it’s plenty enough this fun play pretend
Because in the end it’s not different
From being the thing, so I’ll wake up a man
But tonight I die making word my friend.
I’m almost a poet, almost a man
Almost rich and independent
I’m almost a lover and almost present
I’m always a kid playing play pretend.
_M.
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