Ah Poetry!
The teenagers unbridled outlet of pain
anguished cries scream into self absorbed stationary
Oh uncaring sheets of pulp
you would pay better attention
were it at the heat of a thousand flames...
Ah Poetry!
Merciless abstract form of art,
subjective mistress that none can fathom
You were once so beautiful
Well built, A beautiful voice
I would swoon just to look at you
If you know what I mean *wink
But I'm not coming on to you, don't walk away
Please?
Ah Poetry!
Who treated you so wrong,
to bring you to this?
Mainlining the heroin of free verse,
The sick waste of prostituting angst,
It all started with a simple acrostic,
That gateway to degradation and self-loathing...
Ah Poetry!
Where do we go now?
What did you think
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I agree! -- Excellent Writing
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I love this! I am guilty of having my moments of being the cliche poet but I never cease to admire the creative. I think poetry is very important and sometimes taken for granted and underestimated... then again people like Bukowski are over praised... I guess poetry is like everything else.
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It is that subjectivity that makes it both great and sickening at the same time. I think I have spent more time in bed with mindless drivol than the great, but I guess it is that way with all things right?
Thanks for the thoughts
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