What do you think of my poem? Beeeee honeeeest .....?
Sleep the day and let it stay
But no one knows --
What do you do?
I don't want to spend and find
That lies are really true!
Because wouldn't the animosity climb
And hair fly in directions
When beauty is lost to the lies
And the kitten can no longer listen?
Where does she walk or purr?
How about if there is no way to purr
in peaceful prisms in which to play?
Where are we then?
What kind of fun says:
Stop that at once!
Do not think to bend
The rules or any other! We will not allow it because what we say
Is just what you do! And doesn't it just suck?
And kittens lie in colored beds
And lie themselves to sleep,
But this one kitten lies awake
To those that listen well.
But aren't we tainted anyway
When we find
That kitten's breath will smell...?
I hate the end more than that kitten,
Who finds itself alone
And so alone,
Writing about nothing
And the images in its mind it bought
At a sport store with a credit card
And no one knows you're a kitty-cat
When you log onto the Internet.
pain may leave
I cannot breathe!
Broken hearts mend
Snap! is how it sounds,
But it takes a while
Before they're back in bounds.
I try to find meaning
I try to find place.
But in my own mind I
Know it's all fake
When we sit here for an hour
and spill out our souls,
But what the hell's the point
When we're grumbling on goals
Of pieces of cherry jam,
Toast on a door,
Damn the *** that showed itself,
Damn the ugly poor!
Snap! We have no use for it,
What may be the reason?
Can we live alone for real --
Or find ourselves in treason?
What finds days in time with love
With very little haze?
What pacifist finds rage in self
While scarce come happy days?
Peace of mind, of will alone,
I must keep on my task.
What may I be doing wrong
In life, in pain, I ask?
Force me more, and I may break
Before I tell the time.
Here I give the gift of reason,
Yet you only pay a dine.
Care and care and hunting life
While we lost the feeling --
Feelings? What are these, my friend?
I do believe I'm dealing!
Drugs , may I ask?
Oh, yes of course!
What else may I be worth?
It represents all that I live for
By it, death and birth.
My friend, my friend
I know I can't
Tell you what to do
Or how to change
In any way
But what I tell is true:
I had once found some silver,
Silver on the floor,
I put the stuff deep in my pocket,
'N looked around for more.
I found some gold just lying there,
I looked around and grabbed it,
I found a whole big stash of coins,
I bounced off walls like rabbits!
Now, my friend, I realized
How stupid I'd become,
I found I had no single way
To take the stash and run!
So in the end, I left it all,
I'd lost what I'd become,
I felt so worthless, empty inside,
Like others have all the fun.
But later on that night,
I realized what was gold:
The fun I find inside myself,
That happiness is gold.
Stick around y'all..... I have a special announcement to make about this one.......
I'm well aware it could be better, so don't worry about hurting MY feelings!
- Anonymous1 decade agoFavorite Answer
- 1 decade ago
that was amazingly well written lmao
i don't really like the exclaimation marks but thats nothing personal i just dont like them in general
i loved paragraphs 4 and 5 and 7
really made me think. and my fav lines - "i dont want to spend and find the lies are really true"
btw on my poem u said dont use cliches
ure defo right on that but how can i change it so its less emoey LOL
and are there any others u would change?
- SwinglineLv 51 decade ago
Fuuuuh that stuff is wack yo...for reals dawg! yOu should spend your time more wisely....for reals, no doubt...naw ming bro dawg.
I read one stanza and was like Fu::k it , not no mores.
- LeenieLv 41 decade ago
i like it, allot, it's a bit twisted but, i like it.