A walk through the parks A dog barks Its teeth as sharp as sharks 'That's not a good rhyme' my brother remarks : Then how would you fix it? 'You're not a good poet, you must admit' : Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 'You're not smarter, even if you are older' I hit him lightly on the shoulder 'Ow, that felt like a boulder' : Back to the rhyme 'All in due time,' 'My talents are all truly sublime' : Ya, like the times you got your hair stuck in slime 'That was no crime' 'So, A dog barks, and gets in one of those arks' : Arks? as in the boat? 'Yup, the ones that float' My brother brays like a goat : I'll take note : If you stop acting like a goat
This was a random conversation I had with my younger brother once, it made me laugh a lot so I decided to write a poem about it. :P
- I write my pain on a piece of paper Hoping to forget it later They told me it would make me stronger But all it did was get me addicted to the torment Now all I ever think about Is how to write my pain in different formats - The reactions I get for my thoughts are crazy Don't get me wrong I like the attention, it motivates me Poetry has changed me People say I'm beast with a pen But really I'm just basic I got people praying that I make it I'm just praying I don't go crazy - I write my pain on a piece of paper Hoping to forget it later "How do you still feel alone When people are telling you they're going through the same thing?" That's what changed me While others rate me I pray we don't go past the point of 'no saving' - Lowkie®
Can our consciousnesses be Fast or slow? Can our awarenesses be High or even low?
You do realise Of course...
Language was simply designed to hide our feelings We hide behind our poetic preserves Whether were loving or were killing Say what you shall In the presence of light Poets stands up with their words to fight