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Rhyming, like a champ
I had to write one more 'fore I say goodbye
to the old rhyming scheme that brightened the day.
It wasn't particularly interesting or clever or witty
but it always picked me up when I was feeling sh*tty.
The words have been dropped for a wise little beat
that I picked up from the noise your heels made on the street.
This is just one last one to finish the pack
like the cigarettes that I haven't managed to sack,
or the stars that simply sparkled effortlessly in the sky.
I sat here wondering why I couldn't have their talent, their style, their will
to sit and write a poem that can beautifully kill
all of these silly rhyming schemes I rely on time after time,
too afraid to come out of the box that is my Rhyme.
I'm not even reading this aloud as I do my most recent work.
I'm not proud of my obsession with the lines that lurk
in my silly, little mind without real thought or reason.
Rhyming lines cheer me up in the dreary season.
As I wave goodbye to this style of writing
I can feel this little part of me foolishly fighting.
I put you to bed under my pillow, little style.
I promise, we'll work together again, in a while.[/font]
to the old rhyming scheme that brightened the day.
It wasn't particularly interesting or clever or witty
but it always picked me up when I was feeling sh*tty.
The words have been dropped for a wise little beat
that I picked up from the noise your heels made on the street.
This is just one last one to finish the pack
like the cigarettes that I haven't managed to sack,
or the stars that simply sparkled effortlessly in the sky.
I sat here wondering why I couldn't have their talent, their style, their will
to sit and write a poem that can beautifully kill
all of these silly rhyming schemes I rely on time after time,
too afraid to come out of the box that is my Rhyme.
I'm not even reading this aloud as I do my most recent work.
I'm not proud of my obsession with the lines that lurk
in my silly, little mind without real thought or reason.
Rhyming lines cheer me up in the dreary season.
As I wave goodbye to this style of writing
I can feel this little part of me foolishly fighting.
I put you to bed under my pillow, little style.
I promise, we'll work together again, in a while.[/font]
Published 15th Jan 2011
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15th Jan 2011 7:52am
it is what it is, and it's cute--
"I sat here wondering why I couldn't have their talent, their style, their will
to sit and write a poem that can beautifully kill"
and relatable. [:
"I sat here wondering why I couldn't have their talent, their style, their will
to sit and write a poem that can beautifully kill"
and relatable. [:
15th Jan 2011 2:33pm
Thank you, Jestalessa, I really didn't want to post this because I think I've got a bit better recently but I just couldn't leave it there on 'Word' either. I'm not proud of it but thank you for a lovely comment.
15th Jan 2011 1:29pm
Perhaps you may find, them whores of rhyme waylay you and hold you down, at a time of their choosing, just when you least expect it.
I've a theory that part of my subconscious only operates in rhyme mode. If I ever manage to locate it, gonna have it tazered - but until then I'll continue to fight the uphill battle acknowledging occasional gunfire from antique poetry which may break out sporadically. Good luck, soldier.
Interesting write. Best ~ Abra.
I've a theory that part of my subconscious only operates in rhyme mode. If I ever manage to locate it, gonna have it tazered - but until then I'll continue to fight the uphill battle acknowledging occasional gunfire from antique poetry which may break out sporadically. Good luck, soldier.
Interesting write. Best ~ Abra.
15th Jan 2011 2:32pm
I am really trying to break from it but last night I just suddenly missed it, it's so difficult to break away from - I'm glad someone understands my trials. Thanks Abra, L.A
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15th Jan 2011 3:02pm
Sometimes it's a necessary evil L.A. I almost gave up writing because that was that the only "style" I found myself writing in.You have an undeniable talent,please let it flow.
15th Jan 2011 3:04pm
Thank you, Michael. I am glad you liked it. It is such a demon to bear like a constant monotone in my head. :)
