Tuesday, January 12, 2010

A poem that doesn't rhyme, but poetry nontheless

I am staring at a blinking cursor on my computer screen.

I'm blank.

I have Pandora pumping in the headphones.

Fake It-Seether

I feel like I am faking it. 

My smile.

Myself. 

Not depressed, just craving a change.

Tired of hypocracy. 

Tired of bullshit.

Just tired.

2010 is going to be a year of flux.

I crave the challenge.

5 comments:

CMPointer said...

LOL. I think that you thought you didn't have anything to write. So, like, you wrote what you thought. And voila, it turns out that what you thought was wrong [or maybe it was right] 'cause you did, indeed, have something to write.

And if you can understand that convoluted jibberish, then that's scary. Can you tell I have a headache? ;)

Vodka Logic said...

You have me to look forward to. :)

I like the poem

Joe Harvey said...

roses are red, violets are blue, most poems rhyme, yours don't.
Can we expect a Haiku soon, preferably about Symon? :)

Just Jules said...

ahhhhh a change is in the air. When the weather changes it can get a little turbulent - but ohhhh the calm after the storm adn the colors of the sunset from the shit thrown up is always beautiful. It will be beautiful

rxBambi said...

dont' we all feel like we're faking it? I hope so, it's the only thing that gets me thru the day.

Oh, had to laugh tho when you said it was a year of flux. My first thought went to gastric reflux. Then the the flux capacitor. haha. Sorry, it's the way I roll...