A lot of noise
are knocking inside my head That bitter noise slap my hypothalamus Am out of emotions. But that better noise Hit my cerebrum Trying to convince me That bitter will getting sweeter.
Oh how I hate art!
So much noise And false pretenses, Such undeserved poise For those vain promises. Sure, in everything there’s a message, Yes, anything you want to acknowledge. How I hate art! For it is far too fragile To dare play so smart How I hate art! Oh how I hate art! Whether I’m missing the point Or whether there was none; Whether it isn't what it ain’t Or whether it’s just for fun. How I hate art! For it cannot do otherwise Than state the obvious And pretend to be wise. Sure, you’ve convinced more than a few; Yes, they’ve all grasped your great value. How I hate art! The cliche, the glamour The whole thing and the part, Oh how I hate art!
Written in December 2019.
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You’ve obviously proven that you can’t be trusted
Said our love’s forever until you had enough of it Left to convince myself you’re not coming back Like I convinced myself of the love you had
Politics - what is this?
Everybody wants to convince us that their opinion is the right one. There is nothing like one right way. Many ways lead to the goal. People try to explain the world to us. But what if we want to experience all of that by ourselves. All ways may be right for us and our future. Our life - our future - it belongs to us and nobody else.
My mind makes me believe something
other than my reality. I am surrounded by loved ones, Yet I feel so unloved. I deserve to be happy, yet I am convinced otherwise. You see these chemicals in my brain, the thoughts that are generated make me believe and feel everything other than my reality.
You say you love me and that I am everything you want and make you truly happy
I cannot tell if you are trying to convince me of those words Or yourself
Short but hey lookey here freeverse! Shocked? I decided to make it a point to write more poetry this way and make myself grow as a writer.
I always feel two steps behind
No matter what the topic at hand Even things I'm sure that I'm sure of You can break down that certainty Within seconds Make me doubt the person That I know myself to be I dare you Convince me that I am someone else Because I'm stubborn until I'm afraid Afraid to be laughed at Afraid to be judged Afraid to be made into a fool So I take the initiative and laugh it off Because declaring "I'm just an idiot", "I don't know anything about anything" Or simply keeping my mouth shut Is far easier than hearing it elsewhere
Self-deprecating as **** but truee
It is not the truth if I have to convince myself,
it isn't a choice if I have to make one, it's not love if it's forced, but is it even sadness anymore when it becomes a reality?