"thenselves" poems
Glad things have changed over coming the rage
Glad to let go turn the page drifting towards the future
Not always going to please everyone but I'll do what right
Earned a day off always working for change
Transition phase into my new position not setttling with a bad situation
Not stopping for haters or listening to their dictation
Seeking more not settling for less obsess others tell me no or its not my time
Burn those cuts like lime juice feel the sting I won't be denied mine
Trying to stay sane not lose my mind working to get what's mine
Pursing love over the lost past sometime it all happens so fast
Rebuild yourself change for the better not because your told to do so
I've given up on ppl but they gave up on thenselves
I don't expect much got use to neglect to assume the worse is perverse
Jump into risk while others play it safe take the time to live
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
You steal from those who thenselves have stolen.
A terrible mish-mash of overly deep yet somehow meaningless dribble.
So you steal a lyric or two from a terrible song, you rearrange it and add "thee" to it totally out of context, just to add some more cliché.
So stick to acrostic poems, and retreat to your broken meadow of lost souls. Take thy writing stick and puke up an Oxford onto the paper.
See if I give a ****
Woops I wasn't supposed to swear was I? Didn't your English teacher tell you? (It's okay) Do it. I don't care.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC