In my cellphone, I write this poem.
I write. I form. I create this poem
as a confession
that I had tried to form, create,
and write myself as if I were a poem.
Never truly caring about my imagery.
Of how I portray myself to the public.
Of how I structure my posture; my body
to draw unnecessary attention.
Never truly giving time to write a complete poem
Of polishing up my words, my sentences
Of fixing up my incoherentness
So people could understand me better.
Always using cleverness
Never truly trying to please anybody
Just simply writing how I feel at the moment
Just simply being myself at that moment
Just Simply being the simple me
Written by: L.L.
August 3, 2014