Little dots dance:
A serious mans nods,
Then!, out of not where,
Little angles find themselves exhausted,
No more steps can they take,
But then,
I feel a need to carry on,
To move to the next step,
Up, down,
Down, up,
Left, right,
Right, left,
Finally a fall,
Down,
Foundling stairs.
An extinguished flame,
An unstuck match.
Is that all that I?ve become?
Lavender Smell,
Red silken touch,
A coozie left behind, and the what,
Nothing but a dollar to my name,
Nonsense is all that appears from this text.
A dream perhaps,
But what is a dream?
Nothing but gibberish if you ask me,
Just a mental projection of the last thought, interpreted, and manipulated by society and then transverse into neo and chemo explosions inside the mind.
A piano key,
White and black is th?,
Soft to the touch,
But hard to balance and such,
Talk a mean rhyme,
Feel nothing but faulty benign,
Rappers, u ain?t got nothing on me,
But a bit of stupid rhetoric,
And a drink of Hennessey.
i have absolutely no idea what you said in this poem....and there is some misspelled words and i just don't know....and what's up with the really long line, when all the others are short and doused in comma usage??
give me some insight to this, cuz i really have no fucking idea...
All I can say is "I have no idea". It actually was set up a lot different. The lines looked like stair steps but for some reason it didn't turn out that way. And for the spelling mistakes well it's just my style. lol. I agree this poem really suks [img]smile.gif[/img]
i knew what it meant when i wrote it but i forgot because i was drunk at the time.
I understood.
Very nice.
It's not about puntuation and grammar.
It's about desperation.
thanks for the comment
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Welcome to the board [img]smile.gif[/img]Originally posted by Allussia:
I understood.
Very nice.
It's not about puntuation and grammar.
It's about desperation.
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