I don't make sense
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Revolve, world, around
I understand
Oh yes, I (me) do
Am I me or I?
What does it all mean
And should I even care?
Shoud I even care?
Stupid run on sentences
And paragraphs!
The lines are too short EXTEND
Pretty, pretty please?
For me?
Ooh, look. Fancy!
Poetic license, you say.
I'd like to make sense
But how does one...?
Far too many questions.
About me, me, me, me
No more. Sense.
- Trish
About Me
- MeanTrash
- Brighton, United Kingdom
- A blog run by independent writers from a wide range of backgrounds and countries. Features short stories, poetry and articles touching on subjects that range from feminism and inequality, to intense emotions and abstract mergings of words and rhythm, to lofty imaginings and amusing musings....
1 comment:
wow Trish!
I can really see such a development in the way you write and even in just the language you are using, it is very appropriately chosen and immediately creates these images and ideas in my head.
You have really progressed with putting your ideas down in writing in the kind of poigniant way that you have developed...this poem is great and I'm not just saying that either.
Pippa x
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