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Poet

What kind of poet am I?
Not a Poe.
Not a Cummings.
Not a Silverstein.
No, not I.
I've been compared to a Plath, Parker and Dickenson.
But still, I am not like those poets.
My writing style is never the same.
I don't write about things, I write about experiences.
I write about my life, my feelings.
These words are blunt, close to the surface.
My emotions are always shown.
Combining prose with journal entries.
Fashioning them into stanzas with fancy little titles.

p o e t r y

That's what I call what I do.
But it's always too long.
I always have too much to say.
And I just don't know when to stop.

t h e � w o r d s. . .

Flowing up from my throat, coming out of my mouth.
I just keep going and going, beating an already dead horse.

Into the g r o u n d. . .

What kind of poet does that?
Frost, Teasdale, Whitman, Shakespeare.
All of their works were always thought out and concise.
It would seem that I do not know how to be either of those things.
I have too much to say.
I never know what I want to say before I say it.
I just keep going, and going, and going, and going. . .

Like I am right n o w.

Hoping that it will. . .

eventually,
sort of,
kinda of,
maybe, lead. . .

s o m e w h e r e

Will I ever know when to hold my tongue?
Say everything without making a single sound.
Stop babbling on and on.
Make a single lick of sense.

What sort of poet doesn't think before they pick up a pen?
I am.

That kind of poet is just I, me alone.

m y s e l f

I write and write and write.
Until I can't write anymore.
My emotions, my thoughts, my feelings.
Past loves, crushes and my current relationship even.
Stars, dreams, promises, seasons.

What am I even saying?
Do I even know at this point?

I wrote this poem with some sort of intent.
But there I go, calling my self a poet

a g a i n

Do I even know what a poet is?
A poet is not afraid of her own words. ( I am)
A poet is not afraid to send in her work. (I am)
A poet knows how to write a variety of subjects. (Not I)
A poet will write about anything at any given time. (Only sometimes)

I am not a poet.
I am a fraud.
I am an imposter with a pen.

I do not write about things.
I write about what's happening, in my life.
I might as well be keeping a journal, some form of diary.
Written in verse.
My life is a verse novel.
And I didn't think I could ever write one.
Just piece together all of the work I've done.
You've got an autobiographical series of stories.

P o e t

A four lettered word that does not describe me.
I am a daughter.
I am a mother.
I am a friend.
I am a girlfriend.
I am a lover.
I am an avid reader.
I am a storyteller.
I am a liar.
I am a dreamer.
I am a writer.
I am a star catcher.
I am a singer.
I am a drama queen.
I am a romantic.

But I am not a poet.
This is not poetry.
Not the kind that gets remembered--
Gets published--
Goes down in history--

This is not I.
A poet is not me.
So let's settle this arguement now.
And just leave poetry be.