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I'm a dork,            a freak,                 pathetic,             quiet,     loud,              obnoxious,                loyal,                 concerned, self absorbed,      afraid,               disconnected,     preoccupied,       and more.   My bookshelf spills               onto the floor,                            into my closet,       covers my mattress.                            I spend more time             RPing in forums       than I do                       talking to people                 I actually know.                                                        I have this                                                       weird accent                                                                              that doesn't belong                                                       where I live,                                                                              it gets wicked strong                                                        when I'm upset                 or tired. My entire wardrobe is a walking reference                                              to novels,                                   sci-fi, or something else. I wear hats... a lot. I bring books, handhelds, and notebooks          to events where I'm supposed to                          socialize.                                                                I                                                            dance                                                         randomly                                                              and                                                            people                                                             stare. I snort        when I laugh,                really loudly. I                     d             a             y             d             r             e             a            m.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Another Poem About Me, 'Cause I Never Do That
I'm a dork,            a freak,                 pathetic,             quiet,     loud,              obnoxious,                loyal,                 concerned, self absorbed,      afraid,               disconnected,     preoccupied,       and more.   My bookshelf spills               onto the floor,                            into my closet,       covers my mattress.                            I spend more time             RPing in forums       than I do                       talking to people                 I actually know.                                                        I have this                                                       weird accent                                                                              that doesn't belong                                                       where I live,                                                                              it gets wicked strong                                                        when I'm upset                 or tired. My entire wardrobe is a walking reference                                              to novels,                                   sci-fi, or something else. I wear hats... a lot. I bring books, handhelds, and notebooks          to events where I'm supposed to                          socialize.                                                                I                                                            dance                                                         randomly                                                              and                                                            people                                                             stare. I snort        when I laugh,                really loudly. I                     d             a             y             d             r             e             a            m.
There's more, but I don't want to talk about sad or dark things right now. - - - What on earth am I doing anymore? Idk what the hell this is, sorry.
WickedHope
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
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