- Aug 26, 2008
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I have been sitting here staring at this page for Hours… Writing and deleting and repeating the process cause I felt like it lacked the power.
What do you think… I wanna write a poem.
But I want it to say what you’re thinking.
I wanna patch up the holes when your boat starts sinking.
I wanna write that “one of a kind” poem, that “free your mind” poem,
that “I like how you made that rhyme” poem,
that “I like that last line” poem,
that “Can I hear that one more time?
(That is, if you don’t mind.)” poem.
I wanna write that “So heartfelt, I think I know him” poem,
that “This is so tight! I gotta go find all my friends so I can show them” poem.
I wanna write about everything that I’ve ever wanted to be.
I wanna write a poem so beautiful that my parents might actually start to agree.
I wanna write about you, about me, about us, about everything from cars-and-trains-to-riding-the-bus-to-the-trailer-and-trust-the-mistakes-and-heartaches.
I wanna talk about when I first learned to drive and I was so scared to let my foot off of the brake.
I wanna talk about battles, about wars, about victories and losses, about ethnic cleansing, genocide, and laws penetrated by burning crosses that burnt down churches.
I wanna write two poems for every one who has ever been told they were worthless.
I wanna speak the unspoken.
I wanna face everything in our world that’s broken.
I wanna be the one that performs the Heimlich maneuver as soon as our society starts choking.
I want my words of inspiration to inspire somebody else to be inspirational.
I want the motivation in my voice to motivate somebody else to be motivational.
I want my phrases to be published, documented, and quoted.
I want people to recite my work ten years from now and have critics say “That was cool, but it wasn’t nearly as good as when he first wrote it.”
I want husbands to thank my poems for the heart that they stole.
And I know that this, is just some shameless attempt to petrify my soul but honestly - I don’t want to be forgotten.
I don’t need fame.
I don’t need fortune. I just want people to know what I stood for and why I came.
I refuse to die a mere occupant of the Earth, a John Doe, yet another faceless man out there with no name.
I refuse to be just some other man.
I wanna walk for centuries, and leave my footprints in the sand for the world to see.
I wanna be cremated into ashes of rhymes and poetry.
I’m just feeling like one day, they’re gonna love me.
I don’t share my emotions too often. Poetry will allow me to die with my heart on my sleeve.
They never saw me coming, but I’ll make sure they grieve.
When I leave.
What do you think… I wanna write a poem.
But I want it to say what you’re thinking.
I wanna patch up the holes when your boat starts sinking.
I wanna write that “one of a kind” poem, that “free your mind” poem,
that “I like how you made that rhyme” poem,
that “I like that last line” poem,
that “Can I hear that one more time?
(That is, if you don’t mind.)” poem.
I wanna write that “So heartfelt, I think I know him” poem,
that “This is so tight! I gotta go find all my friends so I can show them” poem.
I wanna write about everything that I’ve ever wanted to be.
I wanna write a poem so beautiful that my parents might actually start to agree.
I wanna write about you, about me, about us, about everything from cars-and-trains-to-riding-the-bus-to-the-trailer-and-trust-the-mistakes-and-heartaches.
I wanna talk about when I first learned to drive and I was so scared to let my foot off of the brake.
I wanna talk about battles, about wars, about victories and losses, about ethnic cleansing, genocide, and laws penetrated by burning crosses that burnt down churches.
I wanna write two poems for every one who has ever been told they were worthless.
I wanna speak the unspoken.
I wanna face everything in our world that’s broken.
I wanna be the one that performs the Heimlich maneuver as soon as our society starts choking.
I want my words of inspiration to inspire somebody else to be inspirational.
I want the motivation in my voice to motivate somebody else to be motivational.
I want my phrases to be published, documented, and quoted.
I want people to recite my work ten years from now and have critics say “That was cool, but it wasn’t nearly as good as when he first wrote it.”
I want husbands to thank my poems for the heart that they stole.
And I know that this, is just some shameless attempt to petrify my soul but honestly - I don’t want to be forgotten.
I don’t need fame.
I don’t need fortune. I just want people to know what I stood for and why I came.
I refuse to die a mere occupant of the Earth, a John Doe, yet another faceless man out there with no name.
I refuse to be just some other man.
I wanna walk for centuries, and leave my footprints in the sand for the world to see.
I wanna be cremated into ashes of rhymes and poetry.
I’m just feeling like one day, they’re gonna love me.
I don’t share my emotions too often. Poetry will allow me to die with my heart on my sleeve.
They never saw me coming, but I’ll make sure they grieve.
When I leave.