pointless directionless
i am this less than this
the best at this
the test of this
obsessiveness vegetizes me
i want to know
but i dont know how to know
the river refuses to flow
i build the dam.
its nearly impossible to write a poem about being lost
because the poems just lost
the pen is on frost the keys are stuck
and the mind is muck.
A contest entry
- Lost Yourself, Find Yourself by dreamersalwayslive.
735 points, ended July 30, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hmm
You forgot to put something in your authors notes!
The poem is interesting, with a nice flow. Some of the lines need captital letters and such, but another interesting take on the option. -
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i was going to....but the lack of punctuation is to punctuate directionlessness
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