Made me want to scream
When I knew I wanted it
The impossible.

If I had lived in
Medieval times, I'd be one
Who carried a sword.

Mwuahahaha, this is a ten-word
And there's four left.

My poems don't have titles
But who likes reading "Unnamed"?
If they were all called "Untitled"
Then they would all look the same!

Titles are so boring
I wish I could paint for each one
A portrait of the image
The poem reminds me of.

If I was better at naming
Then maybe they'd have better names
But as far as I can see
I could as easily call this one "James"

I have a dream
Of a world where names aren't needed
But that won't happen now
Unless I barge on unheeded

I feel very random
Because "Let It Go"'s stuck in my head
It's driving me crazy
I'd rather sing "Let It Burn" by RED

This is me on chai tea
This is me when I've had a long day
I don't care what anyone thinks
I don't care what anyone'll say

I'm really going to do it
I'll write a poem with no name
Maybe it'll be glorious
And maybe it'll be lame.

But whatever happens to it
I think I'll go back to before
When poems and books had names
And titles were nothing more.