Off beat heart beats dance out rhapsodical rythms
and convince musicians to die and take theyre guitars with them
this mass produced emotion leading me to the suspicious notion that these bleeding hearts are faking theyre care for the sake of art.
And art for arts sake is no art at all.
Psudo-intellectuals sing silly songs. Secretly sedating sickcly sweet scuicides negating any wrong.
I dont need to hear your love sick ballads when I have plenty of my own.
I'm not obliged to sing a song, not compelled to write a poem to make myself feel like I belong.
Becuase art for art sake is no art at all.
Author notes
Dont take me too seriously.
In a list
A contest entry
- Form Contest! [contest] by rainwalker.
450 points, ended December 25, 2006, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Its always Rainin' in my Head by A.N. Divine.
450 points, ended January 23, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I do so hope you enjoyed. Did you?
Comments
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I like this, I knew I liked it when I read the first line. Its upbeat but realistic.
Brutal Write
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I love the way you play with words in this but I am not sure which of my forms you chose for this piece. Please IM me or leave a respnose to help me out so that I know how to place/judge it.
also 'theyre' should be 'their'.
Thank you for entering and have a very Merry Christmas!
~Laura
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This is a fine poem, and the artwork you have added along is beautiful. Still, do we use such heavy words like 'Psudo-intellectuals' in poetry ??!!!?? Try editing them.. they just dont seem to fit within a poem. Welcome to Allpoetry..
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