Accidents

Someone very young and pretty

once told me

Michael, you're better

than your peers

you're better than

this

bullshit they call

poetry.

 

You write with meaning

you write because

you have something

different

to say

you write to change people's lives

you write

because every day is

a new chance

to tear the sun down

wrap it in tin foil and ink

take a snapshot

and post it online.

 

You're wrong, I thought to myself

then I said it

You're wrong

what I'm saying has been said

for hundreds of years

Its just nobody's taken the time

to write it down until now

I don't write to change your life

or anyone else's

I write to change

my own

If that's selfish of me, it's

my own

damn fault

 

You write stories

another woman said

Stories that translate into

a common language

we all can see

 

I'll tell you a story, I said

A man who wakes every morning and works

leaving all interests and desires aside

because it's what society deems important

for him

A woman who paints a picture of the moon

every night because she misses him much more than he misses her

Someone who writes fifteen poems a night

but is afraid,

too afraid of what the world will think

what his mom will think

what his ex lovers will think

And a man who's sitting, writing, now

writing because he has absolutely no one else

to talk to.

 

The woman looked up

Is that you? she asks

I laugh and drink my Mountain Dew

No, I'm just a 19 year old

without a care in the world

who happens to have

a painting of the moon

above his bed

and the sun wrapped

in tin foil and ink. 

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[HappyTaylor]

I love this. It made me speechless...I just.....I love it. :)