Unpoetically

Sometimes I try to write,

And sometimes I try

To think,

Not just think,

But think about what to write, I say try because I try,

But can’t think, like a man who can’t stand his own,

Or like the women who can’t bear a child,

The boy who fights for respect,

And the girl who doesn’t have a friend,

Failure at being great, hurts,

But, I guess it’s not my fault that I’m not great,

Or maybe I didn’t do what was right, at that pivotal moment,

And ruined my potential,

I take pauses throughout my writing,

To get new ideas,

And wait, for them to come, they usually do,

Usually,

I like to stand at the wide open water, and think about things

No one thinks about,

My mind is a box with dark corners,

That always light up a little more every day,

I can ramble unpoetically, like right now,

I like making up words, and

Though you may say it’s not fair game, you get my point, right?

Of course you do, you’re an understanding young person,

Or maybe not so young,

And you feel the weathering of life, wearing you down,

Well, make up a word,

And laugh

To live,

A little more.