Dreary, mind is a mess
Act cheery and just suppress
The rolling, growing tiredness
Do not think, but reminisce
Of a time of happiness
Drink up all of its bliss
Cuddle in its fuzziness
Watch as it turns to mist
You must eat to persist
It maintains this mask you wear
That smiles, at the heart it tears
There you go, I wrote something…. I think it sucks…. But me probably pre good for being sick and sleep deprived without much a voice to read this out loud to see what it sounds like -_- But at least I don’t has a headache anymore, I want 10 per month at least just to be safe to my goal of 100 in a year…. (yes I know that’ll be 120 but wiggle room and such is nice) so at least I can probably get a 10th done before the end of the month and be on track to my goal -_-
Sorry that it’s probably worse than what’s expected of me but oh well…. deal with it…. I don’t like the last two lines, they are very different it makes them stand out, which I don’t really like. But I could spin an argument that was intentional and should be that way I don’t know -_- I do hope somebody can at least enjoy this in some way and that it does brighten a day in some way…. But I do hope that you all have wonderful days, I’m about to head off to school in about an hour or so. Wish me luck with driving on icy roads with no sleep at all -_- at least I know I can get out of my driveway that’s good -_-
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I honestly don’t think this is a shitty poem. You did a great job :3 I like your goal of writing ten poems a month!
it’s at least more realistic than the 1 per day goal I originally had -_-
Tanks for sharing, Iris. I’m looking forward to watching you on the next episode of Ice Road Truckers. Good luck!
But, but I don’t drive a truck…. and I suck at driving on ice…. I’m not going to get my shipment there on time and am going to go out of business and cry…. :O
you know how there’s drag racing? wouldn’t it be fun to have drag racing on ice?? like on an empty safety-padded sectioned-off track of course.
I just (like 15 minutes ago) uncovered a poem I wrote to my dad when I was 13. It’s a tremendously cute and shitty thing. Much shittier than yours.
But you know what? I kept writing poetry. All said, I’ve spent alot of time working on poems over the 45 years since I wrote that poem to my dad. I am proud that I’ve moved from shitty to crappy to meh!
Keep putting it out there.
it is probably pre cute, probably cuter than anything I’ve ever made…. I didn’t really do the whole art for my parents thing that often when younger (just when forced by school) -_- it was very sweet of you to write your father a poem, it’s something that actually takes time and thought and personality (unlike clay handprints -_-) either way even if I’m wrong about that, I would still probably appreciate a poem more if I was a father…. -_-
oh if I keep this up for 45 years (I don’t want to live that long) I really would be curious about where I would be…. Almost makes me want to stick around that long to see -_-
How do you write so many good poems
I just start writing them, argh I’m too tired right now argh :/ but I do know that if I at least do soemthign a lot I will have to get better at it eventually it’s how skill progression works…. just like in an RPG -_- it’s sad that I have to treat life like a game to actually motivate myself to do things. :/
Nice poem I can rhyme to almost anything I just don’t know how to put it together. I swear these poems are becoming like a show for me that I always look forward to. And yeah it’s raining ice here to I’m in CT have a safe drive and get some sleep
I can relate to that, I can rhyme words for a pre long time…. it’s just rhyming words that have any relationship to eachother that’s just so hard…. There’s just times where I go overboard and rhyme tractor with nuclear reactor…. it’s really unnecessary -_- like anything other word would have been less stupid -_- I just smash rhymes words against eachother until I have some that I like together -_- I have a very brute force approach. :/