Alas, I have decieved you
In hindsight, maybe that opening poem didn't accurately portray the mood of this site. I actually rarely write intentionally humorous pieces (with the exception of fiction). I think that the next 6 disconnected stanzas are more in tune with the mood of... well, me.
Another one of those lying in bed bored poems...
Don't actually know when I came up with this, but I think it might've been in front of the computer.
Two stanzas that may or may not be related; I don't actually know. I know that I dreamed them both, and they were all I remembered of some totally rockin' background music to my dream.
There you go. 6 stanzas that are completely unrelated to each other. You figure it out.
I live my life
In shades of gray
Creating strife
Where none should be
Contemplating
June to May
Oh how I wish
That I could see
Another one of those lying in bed bored poems...
Desperately searching
For my shield
Desperately hoping
My shield is real
Wondering whether
I have a chance
No way of knowing
In this beautiful dance
Don't actually know when I came up with this, but I think it might've been in front of the computer.
There are no books here
The less I read, the less I write.
This could be the last here,
You hold in your hands,
The sun here is never that bright.
Hear the roll of black thunder
The shatter of glass
This is my home now,
In silence, I let, it pass.
Two stanzas that may or may not be related; I don't actually know. I know that I dreamed them both, and they were all I remembered of some totally rockin' background music to my dream.
There you go. 6 stanzas that are completely unrelated to each other. You figure it out.
posted by Patrick at 6:48 PM
2 Comments:
Those were really good. What I like about your poetry is you got that style where the reader never actuelly knows what the writer was writing about so they are several different interpurtations (sp?). I try to do that with my stuff but for the most my stuff is straight forward. Awsome job!!
Thank you once again! I actually like that about it myself... For instance, I wrote the last two in a hotel in Chicago, sometime in Mid-July. And now I look at it, and it almost could've been written in the New Orleans Superdome when Katrina was rolling through. Funny how that happens.
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