big dreams / 18.12.18
I want to be
the next big poet.
the greatest you'll
have ever known.
to be the one that no
one's ever heard of.
not Shakespeare: spewing
out sappy love stories
that end in tragedy.
not a cliché sonnet about
fair ladies with perfect
pursed red lips like
all the others.
I long to be like
the Bukowski's—the raunchy.
the irrelevant ones that
make and impact on
the boys and girls who
sit in their safe places;
wondering if they'll ever
live in a big blue room
with all the L.A.
cockroaches.
I yearn to be
like one of the Lorca's.
one of those who truly felt it
and never lasted long
enough to see true beauty.
to be one of the ones
that make my
readers live so poets
can breathe their
last breaths through them.
I scream to be
one of the Woolf's—the one
who was irrelevantly
unshared but so important
amongst us. to have
been so richly scarred with
experience that I've
worked up the courage to
end my life like most
meaningful artists do.
to fear so endlessly that I
sacrifice myself
for others, knowing...
that for years to come,
my work will be read.
that it will have saved
and inspired the lives of many.
YOU ARE READING
We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
