We all have those poems we deem not good enough for our blogs; here are some of mine. Take note that most if not all of them were written when I was under some kinda influence so they might not even make much sense.. Anyhoo, enjoy..
I want to write a poem.
It has to be good.
Lemme pick up that bottle of jacks that I just cracked.
Here one second and gone the next,
The words are like fleeting love and one night stands.
My brain feels fried.
It can do no more.
Creativity has been trapped, isolated in a room without a door.
Let’s ride on this feeling that only lasts the night,
“The best way to love,” I tell myself
“Is to leave the other without this horrid ache“.
So you don’t even have to linger
Or leave anything behind
Because things that last have the power to break.
I won’t carve your names into trees
Or sing it to the birds
But I will hold my breath,
And I won’t feel
As you bury your shallow love inside me.
I would normally write a poem
But the music is too loud
And I can’t stop moving
As the beat’s pounding (paneling) all over my body.
Maybe I’m running mad right now
Because this is a poem
Or is it?
I don’t know.
Everything feels sane when Mary’s around.
Under blue skies,
And accompanied by shrieking insects at night,
A shadow beneath the tall trees
Holds on to the rays of light coming from lit bulbs in houses far away.
Shards of her broken heart pierce her being
But she keeps them all in her pocket
When she’s about to get home from her walk.
She remembers that these things won’t always appeal to her
And the songs in her head deafen her
To the voices in her neighbors’ minds
And the questions fade into the music
Just as she gets home.
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