Perfection

sylviasearcher



On my paper, I wrote you into perfection
With all of my favourite flaws
I decided upon dedication with haste
Oh my knight, wont you pick up this fine mess from the floor?


You won’t?
What if I cry?
Still no?
How about a 1,2,3,2 rhyme?


Don’t you know the rhyme creates order
In fact, it makes chaos quite like a song
Doesn’t it pitter patter all playful and nice?
Fear not, I’m sure we can make it more wrong


How about we start with a gag to her mouth?
At least then your ears will be free from the nonsense she spouts
Oh look she changed the rules of the rhyme
Won’t you please beat her senseless, until she’s all out of time?


You won’t?
What if she begs?
Still no?
Please Sir, fill my head


Because on paper I made you perfection
I want to drink up the cure from your cup
I want to get lost as you try to unearth me
I don’t want to have just made you up


Am I quite finished?
Probably not
Maybe you should tell me

 

Please Sir

Tell me...

 

 

Or leave me to rot 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2020 03:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Saxon Crow

    Love it. Everyone knows poems should rhyme! Unless you're a creative genius of course.... or not

    • sylviasearcher

      But I want to be a creative genius!

      • Saxon Crow

        Then be one! The trick is to NEVER admit mistakes and always look at people as if they don't understand what art truly is.

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      • Neville

        I wanna like it and have read it a lot
        but I fear it aint perfect and there's much it aint got
        reminds me of summat but I aint sure what...

        although I think probably it is the form rather than any specific message it conveys.... Stay well..

        • sylviasearcher

          Not sure what you are saying?

          It was meant to be clumsy.

        • Goldfinch60

          When we put our heart on paper so many things come to mind. It does not matter whether it rhymes or not, it is what you want to say at that moment that is real.

          Andy

          • sylviasearcher

            Thanks Andy, this one had many layers and there was some satire in there too.

            Sometimes writing is therapeutic.

            Well mostly for me.

            It can be clumsy, awkward, cause discomfort. Feel all wrong.

            Make people uneasy.

            And wait in case someone gets it

            Thanks for reading



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