Writing from soul to paper
Paper to draft
From draft to hp
Hello poetry to you

Keep it alive this soul of mine
Write and there will always be someone to read
Here I am writing to thee
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Zeus demands some soup
But the Big Dipper's broken
Seems some stars escaped

I blurt out too much
Show my hand too quick
Keeping nothing for myself

I refuse to bend
Take too harsh a stance
Ailenating everyone else

I speak without thought
Anger chooses my words
Lashing out at the tiniest ****

I can't envision a future
Choose to live in the past
I'm nothing but a big kid

Velcro does not work
Scotch tape doesn't either
I've drowned my sorrows
in ashes and ether
In life people come and go
at their leisure
Ask how you are, hope you're well
They mean neither

A tower of petals is not built to last,
but a Tower of Pizza can

The Statue of Liberty symbolizes just that
Yet she doesn't even have a free hand

The colloseunms were where the masses would go
To watch the most unholy acts unfold just for show

Churches were built to help the poor and the lame
But they were also quite fond of sentencing women to flames

The great Wall of China can still be seen from space
But it couldn't even keep Genghis Khan out of the place!

The Yin Dynasty should be really be red in the face

And so should the whole human race

When the last tree falls
And the seas swell with plastic
We'll have done our part

I wish I could write a great piece and then chill for a few

Instead of scrounging each day to create something new

Every poem I write literally makes me jones for more

Is it the poet or the addict in me?
I really can't be sure

Can I chop off your head so I can pick your brain?
You look kind of inspired and somewhat sane
Perhaps you have something clever to say?
An original metaphor that isn't cliche
Some snappy line that ropes people in
And gets them to scroll all the way to the end?
If you're reading this, we must have succeeded
Sorry everyone for feeling cheated

Sitting here trying to yank out a poem
Uninspired, not in the zone
Seems I've written it all before
Once you write a good piece, it's hard to write more
I used to scribble just for myself
Now sometimes I feel, it's for someone else
It hurts to work on a poem and then get 20 views
Out of that, probably 2 likes or few
I won't allow myself to write for thumbs up and hearts
I can't blur where the real world ends and gigabytes start
Yeah I had to yank this out, and for now it's all I got
I'll lie and say I don't care if you like it or not