Just to start off, I am not a poet
But people see me as one though,
Cause when I write I want to rhyme every time,
And this addiction is bringing me some friction.
You.

You know I am not a poet
But when I feel the urge,
Before I write,
Veins begin to pulse,
Heart beats to the rhythm of a drum,
Which can only be heard
In the loudest of areas.

Then I stop breathing...
Air is still, body is calm,
(exhale) then I begin,

I want to write the perfect poem,
But I know I can't.
Every thought formed in my mind,
The flashes of words,
Continuation of phrases.
Formulating around my brain,
Surging more words and phases,
Which hit the page in disorder,
Leaving me lost.

I want to write the perfect poem,
But I know I can't.
I get worked up on the words I have written down,
Then I stop, with no conclusion.
And fall,
The same feeling I had
When I first rode my bike,
Able to see ahead of me
Then slowing down,
Tilting over, and crashing onto the pavement.
Hand scared by the end,
In need of self repair.

I want to write the perfect poem,
But I know I can't.
I know I can dream of one,
Every piece of imagination,
Through the focus of my eyes
In the background of a picture
Beside the future I saw 2 days ago.
I see it escaping me,
Slowly.
Waiting for me to catch up,
Hopefully.

When I finally finished my poem,
I read it over,
I sink in to my seat,
Slowly slipping,
Closer to hitting the ground,
Wondering what went wrong,
Why it is not perfect,
Why I can't I write a perfect poem,
The only problem with what I thought,
Is not about writing a perfect poem,
Because there is no such thing as one....
And what I have written,
In that moment
Is the closest to perfect as it will ever be.

hmm, nice effort, though I didnt quite like the theme...

that's cool, not going to be meant for everyone xD

For me the theme is not a literal "poem" but anything that someone upsets over for perfection. While in this case for the author, it may very well be the strife to write a perfect poem, for someone else it could be a strife to be the best at Diablo, Power Point presentations, projects, homework, etc...

The realization that someone else will always be better than you is so relieving because it is just so darn tiring to try to be the best at everything.

This post was edited by thawtar on Jan 17 2012 04:35pm

^thanks you for your thoughts on it xD that is pretty much the whole point to this poem, there is no perfect, whether it be poetry or anything.
When you say that someone else will always be better than you can be argued because there has to be the best person, and that can be where you at right now as being the best that you can be, which where the last few lines of the poem come into play, realizing your limit of perfection.

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Title: Breath Before Ink