It’s too loud to act upon inspiration.
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Silence cannot be gained when humans are awake.
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Useless talking and a response of irritation.
Talking commences and whining ensues.
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Just shut up already. Â You have no point.
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Why are you still making noise.
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Go to sleep and stop hanging around me,
creating bothersome sound and pushing me around.
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Silence falls when humans sleep,
the world comes back to life while minstrels weep.
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You can probably tell I’m not in the best mood. Â If you can’t, just know that whenever I write poetry and such, I’m probably not in the best of moods. Â Not necessarily angry or depressed. Â Just not positive.
4 comments
That…um…great. And…yeah.
And I’m the same. My poetry usually isn’t happy, but not depressed.
I find this poem beautiful. And I can completely relate to the mood you’re talking about. I have actually been in that type of mood all day. Its nice to hear someone can relate to that.
It’s a lot different that my usual. I guess I’m just tired of my dad whining and complaining and just plain talking to me all the time.
I can relate to that. Sometimes I get sick of being spoken to by one particular person, or everybody in general.