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I Am Not
I am not a poet
Sometimes, I sit down to write
But this is rare
And never really results in much
Because I'm not good at planning
More often it just hits me
And I feel like I will drown
Or dry up in the scorching desert
That is the shower
Where I shampoo my hair
I am not a poet
Because I fully finish washing
Before switching off the tap
And running for a pencil
Actually
I don't even run
And I put some clothes on first
I don't write because I know some lofty truth
Or have seen a deeper side of life
That others can't imagine
Nor do I think
That what I say will make much difference
I am not a poet
I don't go to coffee shops to think
Coffee is too bitter
And expensive
And smooth jazz freaks me out
But not as much as the people who make a habit of listening to it
I don't sit on park benches either
I've never even been able
To keep a tidy notebook
Who has time for that?
I am not a poet
And I think that it is better
To sometimes mutter things
With no intention of ever writing them down
And just enjoy the moment
Deliberation has never worked for me
I'm young, so not much really does yet
But I am not a poet
And I don't have to be profound
Poetry is one of the only places
Where I can go
And just
Be
Who cares about the hand behind the pen?
In words
No one stops to think
About the mouth that whispered them
Take away the rules and suddenly
Those words go flying out
With blinding speed they dive
Their cages long forgotten
I write because I have to
There is chaos everywhere
And everyone in their own way
Has to find a way to love it
Poetry is this for me
But I am not a poet
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