This Is Not Poetry

A Pathetic Poet's Attempt at Literature

I just picked up my pen,
Has it always been so heavy?
How should I even begin,
Oh crap, my hand's already sweaty...

This is the beginning!
Or at least it is officially...
The words in my head are spinning,
I don't think I wrote what I wanted initially.
But what's done is done,
Maybe this whole poem thing will be kinda fun,
Though I have only begun,
I still have yet to finish one.

What should I say?
Will it rhyme or be in a form diamantè?
Well, maybe not, I already started this way,
Though I'll keep it in mind for another day.

All these thoughts are racking my brain,
I think if I don't write, I'll just go insane.
But writing words somehow causes strain,
And besides writer's block, I have physical pain.

Hey! I've gotten pretty far!
Although I'm pretty sure my writing game,
Isn't exactly on par.
And when I look back on this book,
It seems pretty bizarre,
Since 'not-poetry' is basically off the radar.
But I'm feeling quite confident,
As in this book I'm it's sole occupant,
And my words are scribbled throughout the document,
That my poetry will be somewhat provident.

Look at me,
I'm rhyming like a pro!
And the words seem to scatter messily,
Running to and fro..
And I admit, I might not keep a steady flow,
And my style of writing is still "so-so",
But I always try hard to avoid a type-o,
All the while these sentences are giving me a bit of vertigo.

I admit I'm quite the amateur,
I've used 'quite' so much like an overture,
But I'm only a beginner towards literature,
I've started my career as a literary entrepreneur.

This might even classify as poetry,
But I'm letting my sarcasm get the best of me,
Because such books as this are labeled idiocy,
And critics will call me a poet wannabe.

I think I'm running out of rhyme,
I have too little,
Yet too much time,
And I want this poem to be appreciated in it's prime.

I believe I'm finishing what I started,
I can't write anymore; I'm out of ink,
My hand hurts and my brain's departed,
How am I now supposed to even think?
My first and last poem,
Well, at least for now,
Maybe I'll get better things to write,
Once I actually know how...