I drew something today.
First glance;
it's intricate,
it's how I feel,
it's me.
Second glance;
it all shifted.
It's uneven,
it's distasteful,
it's just a pile of fucked up lines.
I analyzed this thought and realized that it accurately describes my whole life.
Everything I do,
everything I say,
is what I think fits.
What I think is right.
When in reality,
It's just that same old pile of fucked up lines.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 14th Oct 2016 08:10
I liked this so I hit the like button ?
Just a little WoL tip Dillon - if you want your poems to be seen and read I would suggest posting one (maybe two) a day rather than a whole heap. On the home page if you click on the All Blogs link you will find only your last entry appears. It's easy for the rest to get lost and overlooked as new blogs are added - but I promise to go take a quick look now ? Good luck.
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Jemima Jones
Fri 14th Oct 2016 20:41
hope is where the art is,even if the art IS 'a pile of fucked up lines.That thought,just dropped into my echoing head.Does it make sense to you Dillon? Don't answer that! unless you agree-haha! Thank you. Jemima.