Creative minds shine through silent shadows Freer thoughts run along the edges Of boundary lines untied Distracted less distressed Confinement now a guest In a safer space to play Separate states arrange personal traits To trust the chance of expectations Enforce the plight of set objectives Opportunities arise to compliment Though every aim cannot be met We suit our direction and intent
I use my illnesses as an excuse to not do what needs to be done, to not do what I want to be done. Careless.
I spent hours and hours on a project I love, but will likely never finish. Yearning.
I went the whole week without finishing a single assignment. Negligent.
I leave my hundreds of abandoned projects by the wayside, despite wanting to work on them all. Distracted.
I dream of creating so, so much, but don't ever commit to something because it's not instantly gratifying. Idiotic.
I wrote a poem about how awful I am for friends and strangers alike to see and pity me over. Egotistical.
I told my parents that I did homework when I just lazed around all week. Liar.
I waste money on food when there's food in the house. Lazy.
I woke myself up too late at night with this poem in mind. Irresponsible.
I want to **** myself sometimes. Selfish.
I don't know if this is similar to any kind of previously defined poem, but I followed a clear pattern in my word choice and stanza structure that I haven't seen elsewhere. Sometimes, you just want to define yourself, even if the definition isn't really always true. I think I'll call this kind of poem "Défini via des Mots," because it just seems right to name it in french, haha.
Lost at sea is when I heard you singing Among many shattered rocks she laid if as a sleeping fox. Putting me into her terrible trance with that graceful glance. So distracted you lead me to my own doom. Eventually we all get tricked by a siren or two.