Dorsum Oppel
June 15th, 2010, 10:40 AM
SLASHSLASHSLASHSLASH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
This poem is my outlet,
of SORROW. D:<
I AM SPARTA, ROAR.
Poetry is not longer poetry,
but therapy.
I HATE THERAPY,
IT MAKES ME SO SAD.
LOL, LOOK. IT DANCES. :yeah:
I get false compliments,
from people who know shit about poetry.
Because they want me to feel better.
LOVELOVELOVE.
BUT IT'S FALSE.
I'VE NEVER KNOW LOVE.
WAAAAAAAAH.
Look, now I'm writing a haiku.
If it doesn't look like a haiku,
it's because I'm being innovative.
And by innovative,
I mean ignoring the laws
OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
Cliche? Nah. I'm just expressing
my emotions the best I can.
I WANT YOU TO DIE MOMMY,
BECAUSE YOU NEVER PUT SYRUP
ON MY PANCAKES OF DESPAIR.
I use metaphors, they work good.
Like a glorious eagle, my soul soars
into the skies of blood and for one savory moment,
I AM FREEEEE. ;D
Poetry is fun. In case you think this is a joke, it's not. I meant these words with all of my deeply synical heart.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
This poem is my outlet,
of SORROW. D:<
I AM SPARTA, ROAR.
Poetry is not longer poetry,
but therapy.
I HATE THERAPY,
IT MAKES ME SO SAD.
LOL, LOOK. IT DANCES. :yeah:
I get false compliments,
from people who know shit about poetry.
Because they want me to feel better.
LOVELOVELOVE.
BUT IT'S FALSE.
I'VE NEVER KNOW LOVE.
WAAAAAAAAH.
Look, now I'm writing a haiku.
If it doesn't look like a haiku,
it's because I'm being innovative.
And by innovative,
I mean ignoring the laws
OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
Cliche? Nah. I'm just expressing
my emotions the best I can.
I WANT YOU TO DIE MOMMY,
BECAUSE YOU NEVER PUT SYRUP
ON MY PANCAKES OF DESPAIR.
I use metaphors, they work good.
Like a glorious eagle, my soul soars
into the skies of blood and for one savory moment,
I AM FREEEEE. ;D
Poetry is fun. In case you think this is a joke, it's not. I meant these words with all of my deeply synical heart.