Don’t tell me to write!
Plastered on the screen,
white …clean.
You would think I would feel so sererene
Why is it I feel I could scream?
People can tell me to write,
but I cant requite
My voice is blocked solid with a blue brick
wall partite
It looks like a fight between me and my bryte
Invite handwrite gunfight delight
I try to push with all my might
I kick, shove , lean ---miswrite
Pieces of concrete I cannot destroy
Words I can mend
Songs that devolve from pure joy
I jostle and heave with the force of my might
But all I achieve is a fleight
Recite and rewrite out of spite
---a kite sweet sight feels like
Words floating in an airborne pathogen platter
Drama that sckrews
anger that barter’s the adder
With a printer that threatens to ink the sheet.
Don’t tell me to write, the snake bites snow white in the moonlight
Get out of my sight.
1 comment:
Write more poems.
Rhyme more syllables.
Glad I can help :O)
This is nice(though You need to go edit for spelling):
"Words floating in an airborne pathogen platter
Drama that screws
anger that barters the adder
With a printer that threatens to ink the sheet."
lalalala...I think maybe I'll write a poem too. See the blog in a bit.
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