Dropping Knowledge

This keyboard doesn't make
for a good pillow,
but it does bring dreams
to life.
Night after night I sit
here and tap these plastic
keys, trying to pour out
my intelligence and feelings.
Yet to me the screen seems
blank, not void of words,
just void of intelligence.

Someone once told me
that to be a poet I had
to put everything I could
onto a piece of paper,
jot down odds and ends.
To that person I say,
"Fuck Off", is that enough
of an odd or an end?
You want to be a poet?
be true to your style,
whatever it may be.

Free verse, is the ability
to do whatever you want
on that piece of paper.

Rhyming is all in the timing
it sounds nice and winding
I bring through thoughts
with a voice tied in knots.

Whatever you want to do, just do it,
Bring yourself onto the page,
wear your heart on your sleeve,
or better yet, on your canvas.
You only have to set the wheels in motion.

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