i improve my digitation
and juggle best i can
with the thin slices
of language
while you shit out words
as if your guts had been
pierced to pieces
of illiterate trash.
supposed to say something
nice or shut my mouth,
i pretend that you’re the
air inside a helium balloon:
it may be my job
as a survivor,
but i just cannot risk
breathing you in.
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Jan. 30, 2009
I'm sorry.
I've really been trying. I want to help. I want to do great.
...but usually it's so disheartening and feels like such a waste of time.
Plus, whatever happened to preferring quality over quantity?
Argh, this is just a personal rant... I'm not even sure it was a good idea to post it here in the first place. Maybe I felt the need to justify myself, because I signed up for doing something to make it easy for others and instead it's come to... this. To doing something I feel is entirely different and, while not always pointless, most definitely annoying. I'm sorry.
Honesty, please...
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I'm going to risk commenting 'cause I think you're a pretty cool guy (eh writes poetry and doesn't afraid of anything cool guy). I kinda understand how you feel. I think you've done a pretty good job on this poem. You've gotten your emotions out, kept to a form, exercised your vocab...
I think you're going in a great direction. I don't think you need to worry that you don't pump out poems like a fire hose. Go at your pace, keep writing great poems, man.

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Haha, I'm a girl

Thanks for the comment, it means a lot & I'm glad you liked it.
No risks, really, I'm afraid people have misunderstood me... I welcome all comments, it's just this one person I was addressing really, but I'm too much of a chicken to block 'em
Thanks, I do appreciate it
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Oh, I'm sorry about that! Whoops...
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