|Look at this happiness. LOOK AT IT.|
I Can Poet TooWhat is with the poetry all around?I Can Poet Too by Le-Kaikai
All the feels and darkened angst bundled up
in fragments escapes my prosaic wound
mind—I feel so left out. It sucks, right? Yup.
So here is my resolve: I shall write one
poem. I shall see what is so sublime.
Such humdrum work it is to guess—no fun,
lest I sit here and make the damn thing rhyme.
But my attention span is rather short.
Only my ready delay of true prose
tempts me to try my hand at such distort
of words to extraneous forms. It blows.
To each their own, I suppose. In my case,
I take thy poetry and coup de grāce.
|I don't always deviantart, but when I do, I don't. .-.|