Don't listen to anyone. EVER.
Someone once told me, "Brian, you need to get your poems published so you can make tons of people cry." I wouldn't be lying to you if I said that this was the same person who told me, "they are short people that feel happy all the time... it is a nice life being a little person" when I asked about lawn gnomes. And so, without further ado - pome:
can you see me desperately trying
to clutch a dream's shattered remains
though my hands are red with blood
silence is torn by the voice of despair
i realize
i'm peering into absolute clarity
and even the light is obscured.
My pometry teacher didn't like that one either. Well... Shit.
can you see me desperately trying
to clutch a dream's shattered remains
though my hands are red with blood
silence is torn by the voice of despair
i realize
i'm peering into absolute clarity
and even the light is obscured.
My pometry teacher didn't like that one either. Well... Shit.
posted by darkchord at 2:22 AM
2 Comments:
we were talking about little kids.
see, when I said "I woudn't be lying to you...", I was lying.
good pome. i dreamed i killed someone without remorse yesterday-what a nitemare. have to stop watching movies
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