Categories > Original > Poetry > Series of My Messed Up Poems

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Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres:  - Published: 2013-04-30 - 237 words

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I've never been competitive.
But yet I live and breathe the most competitive hobby of all;
poetry.
Thoughts put into words,
that fly and pound and crash,
in melodic tunes within our heads.
Poetry measures everything about you;
your perfectionism, your melodic abilities, your intelligence.
It is a measurement of the depth of your thoughts.
All of which people are working for.
Whom can think the most intense thoughts.
Whom can make their words rise and fall like the seas.
Whom can charm the reader into idolizing the writer.
I say fuck that.
My poems are brash,
to fuck with rhyming.
My poems are unplanned,
to fuck with revising.
My poems are honest,
to fuck with feel-good writing.
I don't judge it on quality,
nor do I read it.
That's for you to decide.
As much as it may crush you,
I don't write for you to read.
I write to release the pure essence of myself from inside of me,
so it doesn't build up and explode.
But most importantly,
I will never apologize or make excuses for my poetry.
It's not supposed to be good or well-written,
and I will not pretend it is so.
I will not apologize because my poems are fragments of my soul,
and I have much too much integrity to apologize for my soul.
It's nice to be able to pour out my thoughts fearlessly,
can you say the same?
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