poetry began because of lost love
or something like it

writing continued because the writer
needs a plight

for reasons unknown to him
he sabatoges his relationships
fails miserably

and finds a plight

writing stuck around because
life was hard
people were mean
hope was lost and
difficult to find

then one day i looked and saw
writing stopped because of
wedding

wedding
stopped my writing

life was not hard
days were not lonely
jobs were not boring
hope was easily found
love was next to perfect

and is

writing started again
because life isn’t sad
its funny

and
writing went on
because writing is where
i can do anything
take a look
its in this poem

an emo without a plight
a punk with perfect hope
and music so sad i want to cry

makes me laugh. and then one day i looked and saw

language is just as beautiful describing
the loss of
a four legged ass
as a two