Age: 17 years 2 months 18 days

You know what? I don’t want to write these poems (Address and Epigraph).  Well, the thing is, I do want really good poems but it’s not coming, so I don’t want to do it. Maybe I will be able to think of something good. But I realize, you can’t really plan a poem. It’s something that just sort of happens. And I have been thinking too much about making a good poem instead of making a real poem. A poem is like capturing the emotions inside me at a certain time. I like poems, and mine don’t have to be the most brilliant, most profound poems ever written. They just need to be mine. So we need to stop worrying about writing the poem and just do it.

Poem of Address

Robinette’s /  stop and smell the roses

 new place of holy solitude how

 you draw people in

 with you’re suffocating smell of sweet spices

 that smell of red

 that stays on your tongue

 those peaceful apples resting

 their heads against their tree

O solitude!

How they lay still in your peaceful

 Orchard

 the nature itself a place of

 Comfort and rest

 how simple is your offer

 a relaxation

 amidst the frenzied chaos

 cars racing through time

 pounding the concrete

 wretched civilization

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