Poetry

Why I write:

I write to unleash desire

Like many forbidden dreams, I write at night

I write to control the beast who wishes to devour

I write to myself prove

I write to inspire

I write to move

If I play my cards right

Offer fair or equal competition

My future will seem bright

I write to pay bills

For like the water hitting the bay

It strays from making me mentally ill

To help wash all imperfectness away.

I wish to find

poetic mystery

I hope to bind

a realistic tragedy

I pray to

leave minds empty

Writing pushes blood through my veins.

Writing has no definition

I just hope to break all

with repetition.