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My very first attempt at poetry.

What is It?
Is it inside me, inside you, outside somewhere?
Do I need It?
Want it?
Yes, but how?
How in this insane world can you achieve It,
If you don’t even know what It looks like?

I’ve thought I had It.
I’ve felt It before,
The incredible rush of a great goal,
That first kiss,
"Man did I kill that math exam,"
But is any of that It?
What am I working toward?

Why am I working?
I stress, and stress, and stress some more.
For what?
I suppose a better question is who.
I know It’s my parents and I think It’s myself.
I don’t know who believes I’m capable of more,
But what if I’m not?

After all, I can’t find It. Wouldn’t know It if It stared me straight in the eyes.
And without It, does anyone have anything?
Ring. . . ring. . . ring.
My alarm sounds, 7 a.m., its time to study, time for class, time to learn,
Time to file in line and prove that you are worthy of everything life has to offer.
Their life. Their ideals. Their perfection.
And maybe one day It will fall in my lap.

And then again, maybe not.

If you picked up the violin yesterday and posted your first song today would you expect it to be good? Probably not. The same thing is with poetry. This is writing, but mostly it just reads like a diary entry instead of poetry. i would like to suggest some specific areas to improve but I am having a difficult time finding any that really seem that interesting. I guess focus on structure. Read a few established (read published most likely) poems and find a few you like and try to emulate them.

Good luck!
Thanks for posting.