Rocky Lagou

Giving Up Poetry

I could write a ballad,

I could write a sonnet,

I could write a villanelle,

Or I may peacefully reside in Hell.

 

I could write about nothing,

And it would be eaten up like air.

 

Please. Please. Don’t idolize me.

 

Some say I’ve a calling –

Others say it’s appalling.

 

I could follow all my muses –

Until I become insane:

 

Emily D. said,

“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”

 

Maya A. said,

\"Nothing will work unless you do.\"

 

Sylvia P. said,

“Out of the ash. I rise with my red hair. And I eat men like air.”

 

I could write about nothing,

And it would be eaten up like air.

 

I could live in the free-verse realm,

And idly spend my days.

 

Or I could branch out and set my gaze,

to the human rights, to the human sight –

 

In a meter, or a form, or a rhyme,

Or a storm.

 

But I’m only writing right now

Because I feel I have something to give.

 

I don’t know if it’ll be a temporary fix,

To my sadness, to my madness, or to my chaos.

 

But I’m only writing right now

Because I feel I have something to give.

 

I could be wrong –

But I feel – I sense – I perceive – I smell – I taste –

 

That I have something to give,

Because to put it short – we all do.

 

You could think I’m a narcissistic brat,

For even writing this –

 

But - I’m audacious.

We were born to spread our wings –

 

We were born to focus on self from the beginning –

“Survival of the fittest.”

 

But don’t take my writes about embracing self –

Like neglecting others – always stay humble AND love others.

 

Love to poet, mother, brother – Mother fu-

(This is just a message to let your pen go wild - and your mind go free.)

 

I don’t want to be idolized – I don’t want to live in fame.

I only write because of the voice – that won’t stop inside my brain.