It would seem my dropping out of school has cost me in loves game yet again. Going with a lovely lady to the towns hottest club... How was I to know that the sign outside "Liquor at the front and poker out the back" didn't mean what I thought it did.
I have been barred from going to the club ever again and my case comes up next month.....
there is no value in a poem that reads _____ _____ ____ M M l i f e s u c k s x x x n o p o e m i g o t
nerve; crap bs, a denial of craft
seek the intelligent intelligible, kiss the sensational thrill that emotion harvests with resonating tenses that beg our brains to differ, sense
this claims, there is no value in no words is a hoax cloaked as art by the weak, make thy metaphors metastasize, my every cell, a preposition, preposterous and precious and comforting in their privations and provocations
speak to us in alpha and line our eyes wide, with pictures at an exhibition of a faun immobile and beauteous
let me hang on every word of yours and let it be the raft that sees me happily unsafe home
take your bs line poem shove it down your silent voice
These females always giving demands. Like who are you to me? To go out of your time and day to bother someone. You've got some itch to scratch called BS drama. Ive got NO time to WASTE on you Because your not worth getting mad over Your not obliged. Move around or GTFOMF I will rise above as the lord knows it. Sense you cant comprehend my words I'll just walk away Because ******* JeAlous!!
this reads less like a poem and more like a speech or perhaps, like a friend telling you their day over coffee and I bet right now you can smell the roasted beans the air, thick with the smell of caffeine, whipped cream, possibly a cigar or two
and you hear the voice of your best friend who's telling you about their day
how they had it rough that day Ben from accounting really knew how to ruin a day, let me tell you or perhaps, someone just spilled coffee all over their notes while they were studying
and as much as fifty apologies can mend a relationship, fifty apologies can't dry up your english notes
can we really consider this kind of stuff poetry? it's completely free-form against the norm, little to no rhyme or structure no substance whatsoever
just a mindless person rambling about things that seem ever so slightly relatable
is this really poetry?
i literally spent all of 0 minutes thinking about this please don't enjoy