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I could be fake, but it wouldn't matter if I'm real
I'd like to drop dead, but I want to live
I have lots of brains to spare but not half a mind to give
I'm teething at the concept that I've finally grown
I still wade in the shallow pools I've always known
Words sap my energy, don't expect me to explain
No excuses, just a passing glance at what I can't obtain
I stumble, mumble, over words I tumble into graceless lines
I'm breathless; It's a mess of temples, sects, hexs and shrines
I worship though I'm faithless, because my God is faceless
I have to face this, but my God, Christ, Lord, I hate this!
Why do I say this? The participle's hung a noose
I cannot save it, it's hanging and I've no excuse
I'm amorous, the notes I swing are simply horrid
Cue the chorus, and whatever else has come to bore us,
Lackluster, is all the efforts I have mustered
Now I'm building up a tower filled with filibusters
You get the image, the execution's lacking
My body tells me there's nothing's there, my brain says I'm slacking
Nerve wracking; Like a dozen eggs my brain is cracking
I use my thoughts as cooking oil, and for ideas I'm fracking
Nothing there for me to find inside the waste I call my mind
I think I'm okay, but I'm not sure if I'm fine
I'm made of loose seams
Cut, picture, print and scene




Cadin Araceli wrote:Tanetane wrote:I'm not quite sure if my emotions are real
I could be fake, but it wouldn't matter if I'm real
I'd like to drop dead, but I want to live
I have lots of brains to spare but not half a mind to give
I'm teething at the concept that I've finally grown
I still wade in the shallow pools I've always known
Words sap my energy, don't expect me to explain
No excuses, just a passing glance at what I can't obtain
I stumble, mumble, over words I tumble into graceless lines
I'm breathless; It's a mess of temples, sects, hexs and shrines
I worship though I'm faithless, because my God is faceless
I have to face this, but my God, Christ, Lord, I hate this!
Why do I say this? The participle's hung a noose
I cannot save it, it's hanging and I've no excuse
I'm amorous, the notes I swing are simply horrid
Cue the chorus, and whatever else has come to bore us,
Lackluster, is all the efforts I have mustered
Now I'm building up a tower filled with filibusters
You get the image, the execution's lacking
My body tells me there's nothing's there, my brain says I'm slacking
Nerve wracking; Like a dozen eggs my brain is cracking
I use my thoughts as cooking oil, and for ideas I'm fracking
Nothing there for me to find inside the waste I call my mind
I think I'm okay, but I'm not sure if I'm fine
I'm made of loose seams
Cut, picture, print and scene
For all the rhyming poems that I have read, this is among one of those that is effortless. Which is a HUGE feat. Give yourself a pat on the back for that!
"I worship though I'm faithless, because my God is faceless
I have to face this, but my God, Christ, Lord, I hate this!"
I really love this line, it really makes you think and is a real reality in this piece I think a lot of people can relate to.
I really like all the verses apart, but I think they have a hard time flowing together because there isn't a line to flow them together? Like they don't seem like they belong to different poems, but they don't flow together.
Over all I guess I would say it's really powerful, but the flow is a little off. Maybe think of a more central theme to tie them together besides just the general feeling, or add a transition line???
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