I don’t care if you like me It doesn’t matter anymore My life is all about my writing I’ll make you like me with a poem To live and die by a rhyme Like words are trying to kill me To be or not to be A Shakespeare like crazy Willy To be a poet's frightening When I’m writing a poem It’s like something is likely Taking over my soul For a moment in time And although that moment’s thrilling It's killing me inside But I’ll survive it God-willingly The reason that I Put myself throu

He thought to himself about his problems. Caught in distraught, he's forced to reevalu- ate the path that he set out on to be Great, and receive a name, fame triumphantly. The umpire of the game is calling him "safe," Saying he just ducked in under the tag At the base. Face the facts, the call’s been made. Even those that call you out would have to Agree with the Cadillacs that arrive at the scene, To break some backs and crack some knee-- caps for the past debts he owes. He

I can travel without leaving. I can imagine without believing. I’m only adequately pleasing, Though I have what is needed to be remembered, Believe me. I can dream without sleeping. I can lie by secret keeping. I find meter and rhyme pleasing to the ear. My whole life is poetry, come here, check out The scenery. There's an ashtray full of ashes, And books from all my classes; The science textbooks and the literary classics Are there next to my piano and my Fender Stratocaster

If I’m not moving forward, Am I being left behind? Do I have to move at all? Or is right here just fine? It’s always the human race, It’s not always human kind, Maybe we should reverse that And share in each other’s time. Right here is what you’re reading. Right here is where you are. Right here is where you’re stuck, But you don’t want to stray too far. You’re not ready for that yet. The world spins round you now. You got the world around your finger, You’re the Almighty loo

You stare At my nervousness The glare The perspiration and sweat I shiver I can't take the air in here Where is the nearest exit? I can't take the Pressure It's like standing On an iceberg In the middle of The desert But maybe It's like some say ‘Everyday Is a blessing’ It's a gift It's the present It may seem Like a cliché But believe me If need be Today will be different Today I will change I say ‘goodbye nervousness’ As I take my God-given Talent to all of you And you're a