When I say something It means something When I say nothing It means many things Unconditionally I love Conditionally I unlove I am friends if untouched Foe if recklessly touched Scrambled egg or egg fry I make of the liars lying Poetry of poetasters Doesn't qualify in their eyes Weight of their degrees So high They crumble under Light weight poems of small fries Gate keeping suits them Guarding security risk to their life On HelloPoetry Poetry good or bad Instrument of healing On HelloPoetry Poetry an instrument for feeling Nobel laureates You aren't dealing!
Randomly written without much thought. May be reflection of the subconscious.
I struggled in the past To write a respectable rhyme More I create the harder it gets Have to put in increasing time But this is the first time in months By far the most in years Inspired I have felt It's all thanks to my tears Bad news is I'm crying That means more pain Root of excellence isn't sunshine For me it's pouring rain Meaning hidden in the suffering Can't feel good 100% of the time Otherwise things wouldn't feel good at all Without other to compare it to Is no difference between short and tall I express better in shades of sorrow Than I do in colorful rainbows and bliss Negative emotions waiting in my soul I try to verse happiness Doesn't come out sounding truly authentic That's because it's forced Words meant to gallop freely Not corralled Coerced I suffer writers block in moments of peace In a way I'm grateful we are apart Won't lie and say I'm not bothered by it At least the result is some beautiful art
Going through this breakup has really brought out my creative side