The Simple Poet
I am no poet
No writer
No philosopher
I am no weaver of great tales
No creator of great stories
I haven’t written a great character
or
A decent poem
Nope
Not yet
I don’t know what I am
What my voice is
Why I should have a voice
I just see a world that could use some polishing.
I am no polisher of the world
but I don’t know what else to do…
I don’t know what good it’ll do…
Sometimes I wonder,
if this world is too far
gone…
I just can’t accept it though
I think it’s the fight in me
I don’t like giving up
I like having hope
I like to be optimistic
I like believing
I like trying
An absurd world?
hmmm
A meaningful world?
ohhhh
A meaningless world?
hmmmmm
A mystical world?
….
I’m not the one to make sense of it for you
I shouldn’t be telling you what to do
I am just a guy
Who probably says more than he should
I stopped writing poetry
and
just started to tell people how to live
How to see the world
To try to see it
To clean the lens
but,
Who am I to say such things to you?
I am a simple writer,
I see
and I write
I feel
and I write
I observe
and I write
I think
and I write
I hardly edit
I barely proofread
I never finish big projects
I impulsively react
I make muses out of people
I don’t really structure this stuff out ahead of time
I am a con artist
A comedian
The trickster
The man who types
For no reason
With no credentials
Little education
Little life experience
No matter
He types away
Endlessly
Mostly
For his own amusement
This gibberish
These rants
This game
These jokes
These women
and exaggerations
These overly romantic moments
These nights where I just feel like saying shit
Without really thinking
Just honestly expressing
Whatever this is
It’s me
I am flawed
Very
Obviously
Flawed.
Forgive me
-C.H.