b-LAH-que

You make me hate my poetry

Now and then I write
Creative bents may steer my sight
I make a mess of what was right
and put it into words

 

And late at night i think
And mistake for depth what only sinks
through mucky murk of opaque stink
And makes my ego hurt

 

I'll read a thousand times
rewritten, all the same old lines
that try to give me what I'd find
In an inspiring verse

 

And when I'm on the verge
Of making something I find worth
Exposing what's so true it hurts
You make me feel the worst

Comments2

  • Diamond

    Now this is some honest revelation. Enjoyed reading it. write, write, write on.

    • b-LAH-que

      Thanks, I appreciate your kind words and encouragrment. I was a little worried it was a bit too cynical to get much positive feedback, but what good is an expressive outlet without genuine honesty, good or bad? Thanks for the feedback.

    • Tony36

      Well written and expressed

      • b-LAH-que

        Thank you, I appreciate the feedback and kind words.

        • Tony36

          Welcome



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