Poetry is Art too

reply to post by obnoxiouschick


what word, I'll change it...

Originally posted by Darkblade71
reply to post by obnoxiouschick

 

what word, I'll change it...

Nope not telling - you'll have to drag it outta me.

reply to post by obnoxiouschick


Give me the word for which I seek,
so I can change my poem speak.
It's not fair to keep me hanging,
I want to make my poem banging,
But I cannot, without your word,
it is incomplete,
and quite absurd....
OCD obey the call,
twitch and spasm, do it all,
make that word type on keys,
OCD, do it for me....please???

And the ghost app says "priest"....

reply to post by Darkblade71


I'm wrong. I take it back.
At first I thought the last word should be torn but
then I read it again. And I like it the way you had it better. Sorry.

reply to post by obnoxiouschick


LOL



Well, dug another poem out of anyways.

here is one i threw together earlier............................................


Look at these people they don't have a clue
Not even an inkling of what may be true


They fight many battles under the pretense of security
Everyday pushing us closer to obscurity



Our leaders they think they have all the power
they are mistaken, cometh the hour


This situation is a result of our choices
we must come together, uniting our voices


The people with power have forgotten their purpose
now let us rise, we can all be usurpers


We all should unite and show some defiance
Remind them they stand on the shoulders of giants

reply to post by Ph03n1x


I like it. It has a great message
And I agree we should all unite and stand up for ourselves.
Thank you for your contribution.

oh wow, I love this.

reply to post by omegaman20


really
?

Rambling Incoherently

I used to think the world was predictable.
Basic events flowed onward in a slow moving parade.
Choices and decisions balanced out to reflect ones destiny.
A stumble here, a free fall into oblivion.
The crash that breaks your soul.
Some overcome, while others crumble.
The strong shake it off.
Only to embark on another journey.
Life is like that. Change and sameness all at once.
To think I was happy once sounds like a ridiculous joke.
I come off as moody, dramatic, and emotional.
When did I change?
When did my life turn into a cheesy romance novel on speed?