and i wrote a poem
you know, it never rhymed
it had no meter
it did not have that zing
then i sat down
and decided to make it rhyme
but the words that the dictionary threw
didnt make sense to me.
i wanted to say something.
and i didnt want to say it long and boring.
so i chose to say it short. like nice and short.
maybe poetry was the way to go about it.
see, even everything i have written so far
doesnt resemble poetry nor prose
but i think its more accurate about everything that i want to say
like the previous sentence is long
and this one’s not.
bad.
the joy lies not in measuring my words or the rhymes
i know that is a skill.
a skill so beautiful.
but you know what
i never understood what they
ever tried to tell.
like look at the freedom i have
just freaking out
doing what i want
anything i please.
like the i before this sentence should have been an ‘I’.
but i dont give a damn.
randomly
i break the sentence
and move to the next
making you believe
like its some great poetry,
but i haven’t had such fun
ever before
see. I put a full stop now…..and somewhere up above I put a comma
where it makes sense I know noT. Yes. just like that.,
I made that T a cpital. And missed the a in that.
Which? that, ya that.
when grammar nazis focus more on whats being said
than proof chekcng this crap.
they;; ll understand the true joy of expression
but
how can they?
they’re busy checking the grammar, the rhythm, the meter, the spellnigs
and everything else that this poem is not.
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Haha! Good one! šš
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But it has made a huge sense. Thanks sharing.
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i like this one š
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