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it’s really hard to up heave the way i feel at times people try to cheer the environment with unsophisticated actions you’d have to probe me to actually feel what “feelings” really are see life is a ******* big gamble you either risk it all to live a great life or a ****** life then you have teen love, with the same view points and bam another what the **** another story to tell your friends most girls i know have neophyte like if they don’t know what to do then they say **** when emotions kick in that’s incoherent when love hits it’s hard to stay away, i’d rather ponder when a door shuts be an opportunist to win things over and find the key that’s like giving up and trying something new and ******* at it i’ll stick to learning every instrument in an orchestra so i can make my own concerto and i will, I’ve been waiting for 5 years to start the composing and i am a genius, notes are colors, music is art if Picasso would’ve been a musical genius the music would turn into colors, the sistine chapel would be a nice orchestral piece so many what if’s in the world like if 20 years past, and they made another bible, would i be in it? cause i’m destined to be somebody, it’s a promise people take insults in a very ***** way you choose what to be offended by in other words a girl gets called a ***** and cries so somebody can call me a musical genius and cry it’s really the way you take it up the *** in some occasions words really are stronger than actions can love get old? does true love really wait? understanding is vital to me, but taking time out of your day to read and examine my writing is even better to me cause then people appreciate your intelligence and admire you in a way they can’t see and all the moments that are bad all conclude and remind me of a small **** you publish thoughts draw music make art creativity is everywhere find it it is now 2014, I wrote this 17 months ago and I'm suicidal
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
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it’s really hard to up heave the way i feel at times people try to cheer the environment with unsophisticated actions you’d have to probe me to actually feel what “feelings” really are see life is a ******* big gamble you either risk it all to live a great life or a ****** life then you have teen love, with the same view points and bam another what the **** another story to tell your friends most girls i know have neophyte like if they don’t know what to do then they say **** when emotions kick in that’s incoherent when love hits it’s hard to stay away, i’d rather ponder when a door shuts be an opportunist to win things over and find the key that’s like giving up and trying something new and ******* at it i’ll stick to learning every instrument in an orchestra so i can make my own concerto and i will, I’ve been waiting for 5 years to start the composing and i am a genius, notes are colors, music is art if Picasso would’ve been a musical genius the music would turn into colors, the sistine chapel would be a nice orchestral piece so many what if’s in the world like if 20 years past, and they made another bible, would i be in it? cause i’m destined to be somebody, it’s a promise people take insults in a very ***** way you choose what to be offended by in other words a girl gets called a ***** and cries so somebody can call me a musical genius and cry it’s really the way you take it up the *** in some occasions words really are stronger than actions can love get old? does true love really wait? understanding is vital to me, but taking time out of your day to read and examine my writing is even better to me cause then people appreciate your intelligence and admire you in a way they can’t see and all the moments that are bad all conclude and remind me of a small **** you publish thoughts draw music make art creativity is everywhere find it it is now 2014, I wrote this 17 months ago and I'm suicidal
david-bojay
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
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