PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sometimes I wish I had a teacher.

Someone who I wield an answer to

"Can someone survive, tackling the world with words?"

Sometimes I wish someone would boost my confidence with a

yes.

But most often these days its all about no.



I don't know what I want to do.

I don't want to write my papers about freedom,

I want to come here and drown in words and wish it could be my profession.

I am damned to becoming the middle class paste who

holds it all together so quietly with their labor.

Maybe I want to be a Ginsberg and change things,

a beat poet who will be remembered forever for being so.



But words these days are free.

They are free on the internet.

They are free on road signs.

But it is dangerous that

profit drives the heart of art,

because the freest words are often the most untrue and

the least thought out.

You see, I am writing my freedom paper.

Just not in the way my teacher wants me to.