By Logan Lewis
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Part 1:
I’m not a poet, but I’m not a wannabe: I’m
who I wanna be
Chew on your words before you spit them out
What can I say? I don’t need to: I already
wrote it out
I’m not a poet…I’m a silly poet
Part 2: In a Different Place
There’s a reason I buy so many notebooks
A reason why I only use one brand of pen
Enough about this, we’ll talk about the
sunshine
If only having a midlife crisis at 22 was
accepted on a resume
Which I lied on: writer's block sucks it
makes telling white lies hard
A spoonful of salt helps the truth go down
But the truth is overrated
Part 3: Congratulations…I’m Sorry
Writers are thieves: I have a guilty
conscience, however
I call it, “stealing from the book thief”
My eyes are opened for the years
What has happened and for whatever is to
come
I think my placebos are wearing off
About the Author
Logan Lewis is a student at Illinois Central College getting his associates degree. After ICC, he is planning on transferring to Illinois State University to get a Creative Writing degree. Recently he has been adding confessional, nostalgic and self-reflective themes in his writing. He wants to spend his life being silly, playing the guitar, and writing songs, poetry and stories. His heroes are God, his parents, Mister Rogers, Andy Warhol, Doug Hopkins and Kurt Cobain. You can usually find him thrifting for cardigans…or screaming songs by The Gin Blossoms in his car.