So I need to turn it in tomorrow to be admitted to do the Poetry Cafe thing next wednesday at my school. The big reason I'm doing it is for extra credit in english lol
But it's probably a year old or more, and maybe I coud improve it. It was thrown together real quick. Cody helped me with it btw 3nodding
I titled it "ADHD", but I think I'm changing it to "Distractions"
I don't think it flows too well, but maybe that's the point?
Never have I ever wanted more than nevermore;
Getting less is a mess, getting more is a chore.
The wigglers agree that the jigglers are free,
When we speak of the tree,
The tree of all lore.
A tree speaks in strange words,
Singing wind though all its chords.
The sea shouts ballads of its lost heroes.
Grass sings whispered hymns of times without war,
And the sky calms us with symphonies of all, nevermore.
Pineapple starfruit apple avocado,
What else is an omen of what comes tomorrow?
When fruits and vegetables tell tales of the door,
The one that opens happiness to drown out the sorrow,
That's when we feel blue nevermore.
One bear could barely bear being bare,
So he bared his fangs at bare bears.
The lonely stare he gave the bears,
Tells tales of the forgotten door.
Only once, then nevermore.
Your face warms as you near the door,
This forgotten door from before the war.
This door brings memories from before,
Memories which have now been torn.
We used to have a good life, but now, nevermore.
I titled it this because it is meant to provoke the feeling of a lack of concentration and being lost in thought.
But it's probably a year old or more, and maybe I coud improve it. It was thrown together real quick. Cody helped me with it btw 3nodding
I titled it "ADHD", but I think I'm changing it to "Distractions"
I don't think it flows too well, but maybe that's the point?
Never have I ever wanted more than nevermore;
Getting less is a mess, getting more is a chore.
The wigglers agree that the jigglers are free,
When we speak of the tree,
The tree of all lore.
A tree speaks in strange words,
Singing wind though all its chords.
The sea shouts ballads of its lost heroes.
Grass sings whispered hymns of times without war,
And the sky calms us with symphonies of all, nevermore.
Pineapple starfruit apple avocado,
What else is an omen of what comes tomorrow?
When fruits and vegetables tell tales of the door,
The one that opens happiness to drown out the sorrow,
That's when we feel blue nevermore.
One bear could barely bear being bare,
So he bared his fangs at bare bears.
The lonely stare he gave the bears,
Tells tales of the forgotten door.
Only once, then nevermore.
Your face warms as you near the door,
This forgotten door from before the war.
This door brings memories from before,
Memories which have now been torn.
We used to have a good life, but now, nevermore.
I titled it this because it is meant to provoke the feeling of a lack of concentration and being lost in thought.
