I am not a poet Because I don't have the Vast vocabulary of most And I can't tell you the Difference Between haikus and acrostics And I don't know How many stanzas make up A "good write"
I am not a poet Because I'm a psychopath And I sip my coffee From the wrong side of the mug And I open my banana Upside-down And I tangle my heart Into knots on purpose Despite it's resilience
I am not a poet No, I'd like to think That I'm the poem But I'm not that either I'm more of a chaperon For life's chaos I watch over the panic attacks And I coddle the over doses
No, no, I am not a poet How can I be? When I've been tipping And tapping My shoes in the hall Just waiting for doomsday I've just been hoping Praying For this to be simple For the sky to come crashing down Because then I can say That the bills The rent The schooling The mainstream ******* Was all meaningless
I am not a poet Because I can't make a good Rhyme And I'm not as clever As I used to be
I am not a poet Because I often succumb to the ******* of others' words Because I know that They said it better Than I ever could
And I am not a poet Because I'd rather quote Those before me Than find strength in my own Broken syllables
I am not a poet But I am the raw And deep Bleeding sore on the side Of your mouth That you can't help but chew at That you could never possibly Ignore
I'm not a poet Because these words Really belong To the wind And my pulse rests In the Earth's crust And my emotions Connect in the sky And my fingertips Are made from stardust
No, I am not a poet
*Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today. —Lawrence M. Krauss
psychopath, chaperon, resilience, doomsday and *******. For Can you spare a word or 5?