Just me doing some random poetic rhyming |
Intrinsic conversations with our own biggest fear. Can not forget what it is that brought me here. Or why I write in the first place, been at it for years. As a way to escape, vent, make myself clear. I didn't start it for the praise, or even because I had a skill. Simply started it off of a sudden impulse if you will. Reactions of my friends made me think I was for real. As if I had a gift most couldn't be blessed with, if you feel. So I kept churning out poems in an off and on again routine. With such intellect imparted it was as if a male reincarnation of Athene. Still finding the inability to have certain lines in stanzas clean. But I guess I got to say it's not bad for a kid who isn't yet eighteen. I suppose and assume you can say this is a foolish hope. And as opposed to being famous I have a better chance to become the Pope. And all that I need is a little bit of rope. And I'll make it seem easy like running down a slope. Sometimes I feel like I ooze potential. And sometimes I feel like I have crises existential. But the changing of rhyme schemes in order to be experimental. Often provide a pathway of growth which is exponential. |