Pale Matter

by Melissa   Sep 25, 2007


I am sickened
by my own poetry,
the sheer laziness of words
has left these fingers fat
contemplating self's drive

and this pen rides me
like a deranged kind of pony
galloping across murky land
with no real aim,
just a frantic impulsion
to write something colorful
perhaps, something as pretty as grass

yet truth always blocks
this little poem's way,
hindering sweet prose
from subsisting in rosy tones

but I'm riding my pony of madness, anyway
through barbed wire
and hot stone
or wherever her language may be,
after all she does exist inside of me

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  • 16 years ago

    by Tammie

    I love this, as sometimes poetry can just be writen for the sake of it, which you have acknowleged here. I love these lines, they'd have to be my favourite;
    "just a frantic impulsion
    to write something colorful
    perhaps, something as pretty as grass"

    You used good vocab, rhyme and had a smooth flow. A well penned poem, I enjoyed reading. 5/5

    Tammie

  • 16 years ago

    by Nikko McMorbid

    So filled with emotions and thoughts. I like this poem. If improved, would be great. Keep it up.

  • 16 years ago

    by johnsongurl

    You are seriously talented. this was amazing to read.
    maybe you could read some of my poems and tell me what you think =]

    *johnsongurl

  • 16 years ago

    by cuddelyxbutxviciousXxX

    That was deep, and very good. i hope u keep writing more, so that i can read!

    ~DOA aka keiki aiko~

  • 16 years ago

    by Angie

    Great use of metaphors.... the flow was perfect and the message superb, I think many can relate to this write. Excellent!!