My Intentions Have Been Impure

I realize now that I wanted to be a writer for the wrong reasons.  I wanted to be recognized as something I always thought I was.  I wanted to see my writing published, and acclaimed.  I feel like more recently I haven't been doing it to prove anything to myself, or for the sake of the art of writing itself.  For that I want to apologize to myself, and anyone who may come across this.  The real reason, I believe, that I started this blog, was to share my writing freely, and to remove it from under my shell.  If anyone gets anything from it, then it has served its purpose.


Some Fame Someday
by Matt Catania

When I see a pretty girl

I want her to know I’m in a band

a band she knows the name of

We can go talk about who I am

how great I am

and how when we were in high school

I wasn’t as great as I am now.

I haven’t changed

You haven’t changed

You don’t know that

It’s a shame

I want to see a pretty girl

and impress her with what I do.

I want her to get hot for me

because a million other people

know my name too.

If she’s real cute

I’ll even give her a smile

and make her sweat like I couldn’t do

when no one away from home knew

who I am.

I am the man

thick with fame

who knew everyone with

my name on their brain

gave me game?

 

The Wall

I'm hitting a wall right now.  I don't want to write anything.  Here's another old poem.

The Writer's Creed
by Matt Catania

Before I write
any words


Before I write
I must remember The Writer's Creed:

What I write right now
What I write at this moment
What I write is Perfect
at
this
very
moment

for it cannot be written any other way.


This may not be
The Greatest Poem in the History of Time.


This may not be
Perfect when you read it.


This may be
changed at a later time:


but it was Perfect at the moment it was written;
it was The Greatest Poem in its moment in time;


at
that
very
moment


for it could not be written any other way.