This is the first draft of one of my poems that I thought was going to be the best thing I've ever written but instead I was brought back down to earth immediately. It's called The Deepest because I realized how shallow I can be at times.
The Deepest A blank page Accompanied by Words and a dull pencil to write this stanza Maybe I'll be inspired Maybe I'll write a book Maybe I'll write a sonnet Maybe I'll... fuck it nevermind But this page could change my life This page could change a world This page could end abrubtly Thank you.
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This one I already regret
Walked in
Hand stamped five dollars taken and walked past cigarette smoke glitter and sweat the smell of dropout and punks that you never forget Make my way through the leather the mohawks and the jeans the vibe is already set hardwired in our genes (Yes I rhymed jeans with genes) Small talk and throat clearing waiting for the next performance I can't wait for the singing, the moshing, the dance Before I know it The bands are performing The now brewing mosh pit is gonna start storming I dance I sing but finally I notice The friend I'll come to love The one I'll come to miss And nothing in a poem a stanza a line could describe how I felt about this girl I wish I could call mine So cryptic am I right? There's my first poem so enjoy, leave a comment, fill it with hate or love, and have a lovely day... Yes you read the title correctly. Now you get to listen to Jack bear his soul to his fellow readers while trying to keep up a rhyme scheme. Most of these will involve Anarchy or general Angst so buckle up for a wild ride.
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Jack OgilvieI recently joined a creative writing class that inspired me to start writing both short stories and poetry that I hope to post here as often as possible. ArchivesCategories |