The arrogant writer never seems to say
What he/she means.
The insecure poet dresses up inane observation
With crippling sentimentality
And in the revolting display of metaphors and similes
The rest of us are forgotten like lunch last Thursday.
The writer must write for his/her self but keep in mind
Others must understand it to believe it.
And if a writer does not care if others see it,
He/she just looks to stroke their own ego.
Just because he/she writes their trials and heartbreak
In a journal
Does not make it worth reading.
I beg, stop drowning your readings with overwhelming abstractions
Describing a box.
A writer writes to touch, to feel, to evoke,
Not alienate, confuse and anger.
Which so many do, because they are, in some ways,
Putting their own words on a pedestal.
I make my plea, therefore, to fellow writers
To get to the point, if not at the very least
Get over yourself and just write.
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