sheer poetry
March 01, 2004 � 3:02 a.m.
Fisrt Entry Today
Today's Weather: Content and contrite with bonnie blue skies
I want to be seen by someone as poetic.
No, I want to be someone�s poem.
No, I want to be someone�s poetry.
I want to be seen by someone as poetic. All my life, no, most of my life, I have been captive by the force known as poetry. Every since I discovered that words could flow to create a rhythm and rhyme with each other�since Sam offered the green eggs and ham in a boat, with a goat, on the train and in the rain, I wanted to rhyme with Sam I Am�I wanted to be poetic�and poetic I am. At least I am to me�but I want to be seen as poetic by somebody. I have been writing poems since 4th grade, and never has it altered in it�s progression of predictability. It�s always been about hate, fear, death, anger, rejection, and love. Never political or militant or feminist�always emotional�always everyday situations�always me. I consider myself a poet, but I want to be seen as poetic. I want someone to watch me move, smile to themselves and think with awe, �She is so poetic.� I want them to see the lyrics in my soul and feel the rhythm in my heart. I want rhymes to be the way they think of me. I want to be as remembered as the notorious Sam I Am�I want to be seen by someone as poetic�because poetic is what I am.
I want to be someone�s poem.
No, I want to be someone�s poetry.
I want to be someone�s poem. I want them to speak my name in riddles and rhymes, kiss my lips in 2x2 time, write verses that pound out to the rhythm of my heart, my smile the glue that pulls them together when things fall apart. I want their hands to write across my skin like a soliloquy. I want to be the haiku they whisper as they shudder and come inside of me. I want to be their words, their legacy, their love, their art. I want to be the melody haunting their brain with no ending or a start. I want them to sit and concentrate on ways to formulate me right�scribbling, erasing, rewriting, refacing�from early morning to the late hours of the night. I want to be their perfection�their obsession. My poems, every poem I write is linked to someone�about someone in particular�so in essence, they become my poem�something I created, something I love, something to be cherished�read, written, and rewritten�passed around and admired�regaled fondly to generations to come. I want to be immortalized like that by someone. I want them to speak the poem known as �me.�
No�
I want to be someone�s poetry. I want to be their inspiration�the words that they tumble together constantly in their mind. The verses that are too good to write on paper or share with the world. I want my smile to move them and my skin to groove them. I want them to sing my name. I want to be what they love�what they want, need, and yearn for. I want to be their perfect verse that they write in the stars across the universe. I want to be their life, their death, their sustenance. I want them to wake up every morning and go to sleep every night with thoughts of ways to describe me. I want to live in someone�s heart. I want to be�someone�s poetry.
I want to be seen by someone as poetic.
I want to be someone�s poem.
I want to be someone�s poetry.
No�
I just want someone
to love me.