Poetry Time! by yours truly...

Disjointed

There were so many times I could have been a great poet

but distractions aren’t so candid in my view, instead

they work against my honest way of looking at things

because noticing poetry isn’t hard as noticing Earth’s second moon

alike we are orbiting around an idea to see Earth as an idea rather

than a living organ, maybe too profane and an easy way out of obscurity

so I sit my pen down for a second, actually I don’t have a pen at all

just a romantic space in my mind, that carries one with a notebook

I no longer speak in proper fashion of a grammatical being

but instead in disjointed ideas and phrases which give no

real direction of what I’m really trying to say, but just enough

to pretend and make you feel obliged to feel the same

M. M.