I just like writing poetry.

Sometimes the poems suck.

Okay, usually the poems suck.

But I just like the idea of writing my ideas

In a not-so-orderly fashion that somehow

Feels soothing in its own brand of chaos.

I use enjambment frenetically,

Enjoying the supposed effect it leaves on a reader

I like the idea that people will read into

What the poem is saying, and why I chose my line

Breaks where I did. Of course, there is no reason.

Just as there is little reason to this poem, or

Why I enjoy poetry so much

I like that I can write something, and it can be horrible,

But it still has meaning. Prose that sucks

Is just prose that sucks

But poetry that sucks is still just poetry.

It’s expressing an idea, an emotion,

A thought, a feeling, or just pure boredom

Vomiting over a computer screen.

I just like writing poetry because it’s something to do

With my brain that doesn’t require too much thought

I just do, and it works.

Poetry is an outlet for stress, for boredom, for all of those

Negative things in life. Feel miserable? Write a poem.

It will also be miserable.

But now there’s two of you.

And if you can convince some poor unsuspecting soul to read your poetry?

There’s now three, four, five of you

Who are completely miserable.

And you did that.

That’s the magic of poetry.