Clouds

My eyes are practically closing themselves
as I stare at the blurring bright screen of the computer in front of me.
Drifting in and out of sleep,
I begin to dream in short bursts,
like the breaths a swimmer takes as they approach the wall.

I saw her face, so real I could practically taste the air
checkered with her perfume on my lips.
The oasis quickly disappeared and revealed the dessert sand
in the form of a constantly refreshing facebook news feed,
Christian just made 18 months with his girlfriend, great.

A Poet Is

A poet is just someone
who writes some shit about
something creative they had on their mind.

A poet is just someone who looks at someone
or something and turns the every day
into beautiful words that paint a better picture
than the thing the poet is actually looking at.

A poet is just someone with a pen,
or a keyboard, spewing their emotions on the page
and hoping to get some sort of support from a reader,
the poet is really someone with low self esteem.

A poet is just someone who isn't afraid of looking at themselves,
and writing exactly what they feel about themselves.
To the rest of the world they may be a genius with a bright future,
but to themselves they're just hopeless writers searching for a finishing line.

Voices

Trying to find my voice
is like trying to silence
all the voices in my head
crowding around the small child
who represents my individuality
in a world where the individuals
are quickly assimilated into
the media gauntlet
and mirrored until they
can't handle recognize themselves.

Looking for my voice
involves using my voice
which is like trying to define a word
by using the word itself.
Perhaps I should just write every poem
without any editing.

And become the most prolific writer
in the history of writers,
to have never found his voice.