I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I. I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothing but charity for her. I see a soulless one who has no grace. What can I think of him; save only God knows. Then borrowed deep like a dung Beatle I see me. Bound down ya...
I’m not entirely sure I like you.Everything here is too bright and too dark. It’s a fucking paradox and it doesn’t make any sense.It doesn’t even make paradoxical sense.Like, why am I sitting here typing this? My hands are betraying me.The wind is harsh, yet comforting.Why’m I even drunk? Am I sober? Do I exist? Ugh, questions!Like, I could just write this out like some kinda paragraphy thing. I could write in complete se...
You all cherish something. But do you cherish only someone Or everyone you know? You should cherish each of your friends Giving them a bit of yourself. For whatever you give Will always come back to you. Cherish each friend and hold them dear If you do you've nothing to fear. You may not always give happiness or cheer You always hold one person that you cherish But why not spread that further You also cherish things as pr...
You know that feeling that you wanna write, but you don’t know what, but you just open a word document and fucking write? That’s what I’m doing. I’m just gonna ramble. I know how much some of you like my rambling. I like it, too. Tyops! No, typos. They were all over the shop, but I edited them out. Apart from the one at the start of this paragraph, that was intentional. Speaking of shop, get onto Facebook and search for “...
First piece of writing on my new laptop, this is. I wonder what it’ll be? Any ideas? A poem? A story? A musing? All three? Could be! But if it is a poem, it ain’t gonna be set out like one. I often find myself wondering why poems are set out in such a way. It would make just as much sense if it was set out in the same way as prose. Enjambement is another thing I don’t quite understand. I can understand starting a sentence...
Emotions are addictive,Sometimes not predictive,Wait, emotions predict you?No, you should wear a shoe.This poem was meant to be serious,But it seems to have taken a turn,that wasn’t even a rhyming couplet,nor was that.Not all poems have to rhyme,But if they do, you’re gonna have a good time,It’s all about diction,Maybe prediction.Whatever,Forever,Seems that longSince bong.I’ve never taken a bong,So long!
