I’m a poet!
Do I know it? 
Yes I think so.
I know three lines, one stanza 
Is a haiku.

I’m a poet, right?
I write about feelings, death, love 
And all that ****!

I’m a poet, I think?
Does this have to rhyme?
I want to rap,
But I’m white, but one of those only comes out once in a blue night.

I’m a poet, I know,
Because I think words are more than gold,
A projection of the soul,
They can create a world far from our own.

I’m a poet, perhaps;
Gone have the days of running laps,
These words are coming too fast,
I’m using rhyme again, **** this relapse.

I was a poet, but weren’t we all?
What memories will dry up on that shore before,
I dive into the stars, bypass mars,
Wake from that reality, 
And dream of what was.

~ d.a