Just Trying to Come Up With Another Poem Cuz I Did Not Like the Other One

Right now I just really want to write a poem that has a lot of literary devices but my literary juices have run out. I am tired. I have always been tired. I just want to write about something else, something that is not inspirational. I do not like inspirational stuff because I think they are just like an excrement of a living thing. Sure they can fertilize but they can also attract flies. But I have to put in effort this time. Even though it is not that sublime.

I did not think I would be here, in front of an audience, reciting a poem. I thought I would be somewhere else. Actually, I did not really think about the future. I do not like making any plans. They never go like I want to, just like in the past. You can learn a thing or two from the past

When you think of something as a chore, you would not really enjoy doing it. I prefer to enjoy the stuff that I do. I want to like what I do. It seems that recently I have too much on my plate. They keep putting food that I hate, and eating is supposed to be an enjoyable activity.

Crying causes catharsis. Claiming clueless crying characteristics chases columns of crisis in Christine's chest. It is raining. Yes, it is. The skies are not clear. It is okay when it rains. It is not a pain. It is when it rains that flowers grow. You feel better once you let the tears flow. The control is out of your hands.

Doing your best all the time makes you combust, like an engine overheating when you always push it to its limit. It is okay to let it rest and leave it. I tell myself this. That is why I am still here, why I still exist.

I am glad that I met my friends. They are the hands that will keep gripping on my shirt until I get off      that ledge. The bad seed inside me which I inherited, started creating roots some time ago. I think it even grew a leaf, but I make sure to trim it from time to time, so it will not take over my body. The seed is irremovable, so I make sure to take care of myself from time to time. When I can not, I trust that my friends will be there for me. They will be the ones to set me free temporarily. Though i n the end it will all still be me.

I am planting a good seed inside me. It will not replace the bad seed because it is permanent. But I hope to see that the seed will help me. It will somehow fix the dents. I can do what I can because it is me. I am not the bad seed that is inside me. This is not where it ends. I believe there is more that God will send. I have drowned and then resurfaced. I am sure that I will pass the next test.