as the title of this foolish work states,
this is certainly anything but a poem.
a collection of stupid words,
quiet and dumb sentences,
and misplaced despair.
this is the result of an untalented person,
trying to put their thoughts into empty words.
the sounds from their throat echos back to them.
even the ceilings do not answer.
why, i could blow up balloons with my tears.
but as you continue reading this collection
of unconnected thoughts and statements,
you must realize this is written by someone
whose words never worked for them.
how naive and shallow they must be.
so, yes.
this is not a poem.
in any way shape or form.
just ignorant letters making up idiotic sentences.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 8:18 PM UTC
as the title of this foolish work states,
this is certainly anything but a poem.
a collection of stupid words,
quiet and dumb sentences,
and misplaced despair.
this is the result of an untalented person,
trying to put their thoughts into empty words.
the sounds from their throat echos back to them.
even the ceilings do not answer.
why, i could blow up balloons with my tears.
but as you continue reading this collection
of unconnected thoughts and statements,
you must realize this is written by someone
whose words never worked for them.
how naive and shallow they must be.
so, yes.
this is not a poem.
in any way shape or form.
just ignorant letters making up idiotic sentences.
maybe one day i'll learn how to write proper poems,
with metaphors and similes and personification and correct grammar,
but until the day comes,
i will continue to write my empty-headed little musings.
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