Jan 2017
Words of mystery,
have became known.
Words of disguise,
were rightly shown.
Hidden no more,
under the brush they lay.
For everyone knew,
what they planned to say.
Words scribbled down,
on piles of paper.
Every single one,
would diminish and taper.
You call that poetry?
they say with a frown.
Classified as a poet,
you're only a let down.
Words of mystery,
kept concealed.
Words of disguise,
not tightly sealed.
Scribbling away,
at the endless works.
Never moving past,
the broken waterworks.
Here I write away,
those silly old scraps.
And pray dear god,
that I'll never relapse.
Done with the pointlessness
Done with the wrath,
I'm ready to move on,
to journey on the path.
Words of mystery,
closed once more,
Words of disguise,
never like before.
have became known.
Words of disguise,
were rightly shown.
Hidden no more,
under the brush they lay.
For everyone knew,
what they planned to say.
Words scribbled down,
on piles of paper.
Every single one,
would diminish and taper.
You call that poetry?
they say with a frown.
Classified as a poet,
you're only a let down.
Words of mystery,
kept concealed.
Words of disguise,
not tightly sealed.
Scribbling away,
at the endless works.
Never moving past,
the broken waterworks.
Here I write away,
those silly old scraps.
And pray dear god,
that I'll never relapse.
Done with the pointlessness
Done with the wrath,
I'm ready to move on,
to journey on the path.
Words of mystery,
closed once more,
Words of disguise,
never like before.
-January 11, 2017-
Before I left, my poetry, was not poetry anymore.
When I first started writing, before this page, I would rhyme, make the words lyrical. I would work hours on end on one poem to make it perfect to my liking. It soon turned into me writing one quickly, and posting, without me looking it over. I'm not saying by any means this is wrong to do, because I still love doing it. I'm saying for myself, a goal is to bring back the lyrical poems, every once and awhile, because, hey, why not.
Before I left, my poetry, was not poetry anymore.
When I first started writing, before this page, I would rhyme, make the words lyrical. I would work hours on end on one poem to make it perfect to my liking. It soon turned into me writing one quickly, and posting, without me looking it over. I'm not saying by any means this is wrong to do, because I still love doing it. I'm saying for myself, a goal is to bring back the lyrical poems, every once and awhile, because, hey, why not.
