I have recently been writing poetry. I don't know why, I just have. And I can't just stick to one form. Anyways...anyways is a phrase I use way to often, I really need to kick the habit.
Ah yes... Familial issues are there as always. (I cooked the salmon for them, ALL of them, and you know what my little sister did?! She didnt even TOUCH it! It was good! And I seasoned it to their tastes and I spent and hour on them! I wrote my lab book while I was cooking so I could get more done! RAWR!)
But now theres something else. *sigh* Which is entirely way too confusing. An-
Erm. Here is a poem that I have done. See what you think of it: Thought Try as you might You can’t fathom your next one Although its predictable It’ll come like a runaway train Then fade as if it were a spector You’ll grasp for it in desperation and you’ll never regain what it really was Try as you might
This was one that was weird... It just kinda did what it wanted. Why. Must. Gre. En. Dre. Ams, of. Long. Past. Re. sult. In, this. Gol. den. mis. ery. The. Final. Words. Spo. Ken, by. Black. Shrouds. Were. Of, Death.
wickedsugarrush · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 02:34pm · 0 Comments |