I don't want to just be another poet,
writing words with convoluted meaning.
In a search for purpose or power,
or possible fame.
You see poets write lines like,
the talking flowers,
or
the smiling rainbow.
It's like they want you to look further,
to think longer about their meaningless life,
their meaningless words jumbled together.
Stanzas by coincidence,
rhyme and meter,
and the stupid alliterations.
Words.
I mean
yeah,
I write poems too.
I write lines like,
invisible red stop signs,
and like screaming sealed lips.
I put fake meaning behind them
as if I really believe someone reads deeper,
As if there really is someone out there who is reading them.
But there isn’t.
I write stanzas professing my love
To a girl who will never read the poem.
I title poems to crushes,
Write suicide notes in rhythm,
I do.
But no one reads them.
No one cares.
And yeah,
I could shove the poem in their face,
I could tell them what I want to say;
Or hint at it.
I could run around until I heard what I wanted.
Till I got the girl,
Till I get noticed.
I could.
But that's not the point.
The point is to be heard.
Be seen.
To prove that I’m not the only one,
And rather I’m just one of many.
See,
No one sees from inside my eyes,
No matter how much empathy or sympathy or whatever.
From my eyes, my world, is all me.
No one hears my thoughts.
They may hear what I say,
Or guess what I’m thinking,
Or see me blinking —I don’t know.
And we run around writing poems titled Love,
Begging people to notice and care.
Praying that they’re not just drones who cannot fly,
But humans.
Humans who see like me,
and think just the same.
Who have equally as many existential crisis,
and suicide notes hidden away.
We say things like hello,
wishing for an actual reply,
from a girl or a guy or a cat.
I don’t care.
I just,
I just want them to be there,
To be real.
And yeah,
I don’t want to be just another poet,
I want to be another human.
Another being.
Another person with thoughts and crisis,
With crushes and hidden secrets,
With love poems in piles.
I want to write stanzas professing my love,
And have her actually read them and reply.
I want girls to ask out guys,
And people to not do drugs,
And everyone to be happy,
And people to just stop.
Stop.
I don’t want to be just another poet.
I want everyone to stop,
And be real.
I want to be another human.
I don’t usually write in this spoken word style, enjoy.