This is Me Telling You How It Is!

Funny, how I always have the right words to say
To make them smile
Simple, how I know how to be who I am
But when I write
Something is missing
I’m far from complete
I can never finish something I start
Unless I’m forced to or need to
When it’s me sitting here
It’s never happening the way I imagined
I am the nightmare
I am living the nightmare
Not the dream
The dream to be or to see what I am
I may know who I am
But I just don’t see what everyone else sees
I have the talent to do something spectacular
But still my belief feels false
I restrict myself from moving anywhere
Once in a while
There’s a trickle of something
Something special
It all comes from what I see and hear
I am influenced by the world around
Most of my influences are somewhat twisted at times
While at my best moments, I create something beautiful
Almost like the artists of the past
Their pictures change the shape of the world
We look at them and wonder when they went mad
But still produced the masterpieces
That still provoke criticism
I started with “I’m on a journey”
And that journey turned into an adventure
The first poem I wrote took me places
People saw potential in me
To move forward
It is in poetry that I find light
The light that leads me from the darkness
I have had tragic poems such as “Fatal”
Which if you have read, you may worry about me
And then I came out with “Mira Dane was an old school sweetheart”
Many of you thought it was true
And you cried
I felt emotional writing it
But I can express true meanings of life in my poetry
Some poetry is mere fiction
Somewhat like a short we are telling
Many writers of the past wrote epic poems
Which were in fact basic stories!
With a flow of great creation
This is a poem
Because I choose it to be
But still I’m telling a story
And story would be continuous
Without stopping at the end of each line
But because I present this story to you as a poem
I want you to think
About
Everything
I am saying
Then I know that you have listened well and may
Understand
That you may have similar
Feelings
About yourself
I used to rhyme most of my poems when I began writing 11 years ago
And then I lost the edge
To think it does not matter
Of what we chatter
Even if at times we’re as mad as a hatter
We reel the alphabet off in our head
To think of what rhyme can come next
Though never try to rhyme with orange or purple
You may not get very far
Wow! I just remembered the Orange Tree
Some of you may know what I’m talking about
I remember in my first year uni
Of a desk, a dusk and a disk
Of why things are named a certain way
And they are very different even if they sound the same
But think for a moment
Of an orange tree
Is it simply an Orange Tree?
Or a tree that is coloured orange
Or even a tree made of Oranges
If you’re confused
Then join the tutor who never got back to me with the answer!
Be careful not to outsmart someone who is teaching you
You may never go to that class again
As for lecturers
There are some eccentric ones
Who make you do stupid things in class
But if they now have you attention
So you will learn a lot more
Because running up and down the corridor or walking around in a circle is not much fun
And you clearly do not want to do it again
So disappear out of the room
And come back with a full English breakfast down their shirt
Kinda pointless you even being in the class if they are not there
But you get to chat about who copped off the previous night
But then you realise, no one has discussed anything about the lesson
Believe me it’s your time to think for yourself
Other lecturers are somewhat unusual
One of many dare not look at you
And appear to love the texture of the ceiling
But as soon as the questions are asked
Look away quickly
Eye contact is a bitch and you better have an answer or you’ll never live it down
And then there are the best lecturers
The ones who talk about sex
And make you wake up and pay attention
Sit on the edge of the desk
Rather than a chair
Making you want to give them a guitar and sing some camp fire song
The ones with the cool accents
Who express every word
“Upon My Word”!
A time when students and lecturers got together and had a good time
To celebrate English literature
These are good times that lead us to the memories
That influence the way we think
All good or bad memories
Uplift us
And make sense of who we are
Every experience I have had
Has made me feel I can do more
“Return to the Forbidden Planet”
Now this sky-rocketed my confidence
Something that gave me ambition to succeed
I had something of a challenge laid out in front of me
And I pulled it off
When we are faced with a challenge
We sometimes think it’s too hard
But we should consider that it’s a challenge for a reason
Not everything is easy
If everything was that easy
It would be pointless
If you want something bad
You have to fight for it
Or it will slip away from you
However, sometimes we have to let things slip away
Because this is another part of learning
Whether it is worth the fight, time will tell
And if it is clear that it’s not worth it
Then you will happily let it go
It may sound as if I’m contradicting what I say
But I rambling about the choices we have to make
I am basically telling you
How it is!
This is me telling you how it is!
And nothing is ever easy, unless you go out and fight for everything
Let some things go, but keep fighting
Just to find one thing,
And that one thing is
To find yourself...