Writing to Write

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.