I haven't been writing a ton of poetry, mostly just lines here and there. Plus I've been writing jokes and raps, so that takes up some focus. Anyway I wrote this at about 3 or 4 in the morning during a 3-hour spell of insomnia on my cell phone, so I thought I'd share. It hasn't been edited yet, so it's definitely rough in spots.
I started to write a journal because you told me to.
Millions of notes scattered around,
patternless gibberish,
as I flex my vocal cords,
speaking in tongues.
Everything I say, I write it down.
The papers fold back, tucked in,
Fold up my umbrella when it's dry out
and let them cook in the sun.
It's my fault for getting caught in the rain.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't let it happen again.
I'm saving this story for you because you won't fucking believe it.