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Uninspired
sometimes it flows like a river
other times not even a trickle
guess I'm a bit dry at the time
over thinking, under performing
also have to be a fucking mind reader
like I'm Goldilocks or something
this one's too dark, this one's too sad
and even when it's just right
I will still pick it apart bit by bit
do I use too many metaphors?
or is it all just trash?
fuck if I know
sorry, bitch
I'm just uninspired
I'll reach your heart some other day
guess in away you'll never see
and i'll never know
I want to write about ghost
or maybe a serial killer
could talk about fucking whores
letting off nut after nut
but some don't get it
don't want people to take me too serious
it's just a fantasy
mixed with some reality
maybe that makes me a liar
I say I'm a troubled artist
others say I'm an immature over grown child
sorry, bitch
I'm just uninspired
I'll reach your heart some other day
guess in away you'll never see
and i'll never know
it could come to me tonight
the winds of old carrying me to light
telling tales of wondrous delight
shredding the inner workings of a soul
to be reborn a flying ferret
or some bullshit like that
till then I guess this is what you'll get
a whole lot of blah mixed with nothing
that will reach no one
but it makes me feel something
like an unexpected fuck in the sun
other times not even a trickle
guess I'm a bit dry at the time
over thinking, under performing
also have to be a fucking mind reader
like I'm Goldilocks or something
this one's too dark, this one's too sad
and even when it's just right
I will still pick it apart bit by bit
do I use too many metaphors?
or is it all just trash?
fuck if I know
sorry, bitch
I'm just uninspired
I'll reach your heart some other day
guess in away you'll never see
and i'll never know
I want to write about ghost
or maybe a serial killer
could talk about fucking whores
letting off nut after nut
but some don't get it
don't want people to take me too serious
it's just a fantasy
mixed with some reality
maybe that makes me a liar
I say I'm a troubled artist
others say I'm an immature over grown child
sorry, bitch
I'm just uninspired
I'll reach your heart some other day
guess in away you'll never see
and i'll never know
it could come to me tonight
the winds of old carrying me to light
telling tales of wondrous delight
shredding the inner workings of a soul
to be reborn a flying ferret
or some bullshit like that
till then I guess this is what you'll get
a whole lot of blah mixed with nothing
that will reach no one
but it makes me feel something
like an unexpected fuck in the sun
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