disclaimer: I know Im pretty weak when it comes to poetry... rather ANYTHING serious... but well this is just an attempt... so the usual- if you think this is good, leave along a comment... If you think it sucks- print it out n shove it up your ass for all I care!
A song I write, My dreams I tell
How I held on heaven, sold on hell
As I sit back to muse the times that were
My soul got burnt, with all that fur
Once a kid, as a kid can be
Child like, sweet, the summer breeze
I doubt it now, was it even me?
Are those my rings, on that broken tree?
Now I sleep, my kingdom of wants
Every day is a combo of raves n rants
Bravado indeed in downs n taunts
But no time to sing, no mood to dance
Was that life better- no thoughts? No wish?
A life no different from cuttle fish?
Another day is jus over-time
Not worth a penny, when you care a dime!
Today I yearn the earth and sky
My name to scream- the greatest high
Every time I fall, another try
Jus beatin on harder, till I die
And you ask me what- here’s my bit
Two cents worth to try to fit
The bliss you wish is worth the shit
But what is that and where is it?
Few words I write, do I doubt my mind?
Cos I’ll give it all, in cash or kind?
Forever searching, do I want me back?
Or am I the vegetable in my sack?
4 revolts:
not bad at all in fact good poem... i m sure if i apptemt i won't be able to write more than 5 lines....
being single defnitely has had its impact on you... good job anyway... but vikram and poetry?? the last time i remember was the song he wrote for some 8th grade boyband.
P.S. Some Gossip: vikram was the lead vocalist , truly inspired by the "backstreet boys" et al:)
come to think of it, hmmm, what was the name of that song?
amazing!
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