[[Readers, I seem to have written a lot of... depressing pieces when school started but I would like to let you know I am a hyperactive spaz who is happy but writes a lot of different things on paper so I'm sorry if you don't like sad things...]]
Poetry is the most disgraceful, exquisite, intricate way of writing
Poetry is a burning flower, yet the beautiful lavender stays as it c.r.u.m.p.l.e.s
Poetry is the cuts that are imbedded in my wrists
Poetry is what I painfully long for every day
Poetry is what keeps me .:sane:. and dEsPeRaTe
Poetry ruins me, and builds me up again just to smash me down
You. are poetry
Nothing. is poetry
Poetry is depression on paper
Poetry is the ~intensity~ in my song
Poetry is the air flooding my lungs
Poetry is that bloody knife on the floor in my kitchen
Poetry is a celestial blanket of *stars*
Poetry is that //godforsaken\\ rope .:scratching:. and strangling me
Poetry…. Is what I crave.
January 30, 2010
Poetry in my point of view
Posted by LazyPoet at 9:57 PM 0 comments
Labels: depressing, interpretation, Poetry
When I get bored in geometry..
[[This piece is an interpretation of the 21st century. Warning: It is not too optimistic and may not apply to your opinion.]]
Nicotine smoke
roaming in the lungs
of
the young
Nicotine smoke
hovering above
round, square, pointy
noses
gushing into nostrils
of speedy students
who courageously brave
the thick smokey fog
muffin tops and
overflowing cleavage
tight jeans and
see through shirts
this.. is the 21st century
snorting drugs
and drinking alcohol
dirty minds
and loads of lust
early mothers
cheating fathers
heart breaks
meltdowns
showdowns
breakdowns
drunk driving
texting
partying
'Pshh that is sooo gay.'
disobeying parents
lying
failing school
'no one can touch you'
Did you know
your butt cheek pockets
actually go behind
your knees now?
Ok now everyone has to change!
we all need to fit in
sag our pants
and stick out our boxer covered butts
Emo's, Preps, Nerds, Teachers pet
Scene, Gay, 'Fag', Jock
Popular, Smart
Bandies, crackers, straight A's druggies
Too many stereotypes
Too many styles
Too many worthless relationships
Too many drinks
Too much drugs
We just don't seem to care anymore...
But that's just the trend these days
Posted by LazyPoet at 9:36 PM 0 comments
Labels: 21st century, interpretation, opinion, Poetry, smoking, stereotypes
