i cant call myself a poet...how do you
By whisperer
slipping threads of broken light
it fucking breathes but you know im right
set your jaw towards the pointless fight
i can exceed where you lead and do it all night
bleed your words in unconventional ways flowery razor sharp and blunt hammer
like phrases that hide your willing intent to beg for praise
tickle their ego or they wont read what you write
at least the talent isnt wasted
dont get me wrong i love all the amazing people here
praise is due
but if you see it like i do
after awhile .....well....if you understand then you know
most nights i dont do so well
when the lights are out it goes straight to hell
dont remind me i know it so well
what happens after the thought chimes bell tells its sadly short story?
pitching tune in lieu of new news a cracked view two shots and a brew..or
six
i feel thought
i watch your feverish syllables and confuse myself with how they crawl
through my brain like grounded orgasmic bats while i meander around this
den of attention addicted poets
i know that im like you. i like/want attention too
the difference? i cant call myself a poet
Comments on "i cant call myself a poet...how do you"
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On Monday, June 22, 2009, tinkdarkchyld
(25) wrote:
when someone is truly a poet they wont need to call themeselves one, because everyone else will. truly enjoyed it and agree wholeheartedly
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On Saturday, February 23, 2008, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
very interesting. true of course as i'm sure most if not all of us are just as guilty. you have a lovely lyrical flow to it
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On Wednesday, February 20, 2008, freudian-slip
(239) wrote:
i know when my poetry sucks. when I'm thinking too hard. as far what I read, I think true feelings are obvious, regardless of the meaning.
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A former member wrote:
Why give cause to limits? A this, a that, a nothing, an everything. This is an age-old DP symptom...no one reads or comments like they should. -END