I can try to sound poetic, cool, crafty, but I’m just not.
You might catch a slight rhythm or rhyme, but I won’t guarantee them.
I probably won’t blow you away with metaphors or anything like that.
This probably won’t be the deepest thing you’ve ever heard.
I really never thought I was good at this, and… I’m probably not
because I’m always wondering if any of it makes any sense.
However, I’ve been told that making sense isn’t important in these situations.
After all, when pen touches paper, I create this world,
and I can recreate it to my liking,
and for all you know, it’s all just a figment of my imagination.
What’s important is that when you enter my world, you FEEL.
It’s important that YOU feel because I feel.
My aim was never to attract you to like this, or me,
although I wouldn’t mind if you did.
Actually, I do think I try too hard,
too hard trying to be like… Something!
What that is, I don’t know.
But now, I’m just being me.
I don’t think that I’m meant to be taken in all in at once
and neither is my work.
My thoughts don’t flow neatly in any type of order.
They’re fragmented, scattered into bits and pieces here and there.
I’ve been known to often stray off-topic,
But as scattered as I may be, I throw myself out there.
Sometimes even carelessly, not even knowing what my intentions are.
Maybe that you can take a piece of me,
and connect it with a piece of you.
Now, you can take that as whatever you will.
I try not to take any of this too seriously;
these are just… poems. thoughts. words.
That I hope you can feel.