"bad mood poem"
The thing that drives us can't be found,
on the street or in a town.
It's not the place you go to find,
a quiet rest and peace of mind.
Niether the things we want to do,
for those things we don't get to.
Don't think the world's under your thumb,
cause if you do, you're pretty dumb.
It's not the places that we see,
or all of the fond memories.
Just when we think it's all planned out,
thats when our dreams go down the spout.
Music, songs and sweet melodies
are in the end just a covering,
for in the end, you know, it seems,
It's really fear that gives men wings.
posted by jAkE @ 7:29 PM
17 Comments:
It is unwise to take life lightly, just gazing upon the outside coverings of things, not caring that much.
Dan what do you mean?
i thought it was a good poem, very in depth with feelings
It was something I put together when I was kinda mad about something so it's kinda depressing. But still very true in alot of ways. peace out!
yeah, my best poem seem to come when i am depressed or mad
or happy. BTW, I can't comment on that other post!!!
you mean you're not able to comment? hhhmmmm I dont know why. I'll see what I can do.
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I did that to get your attention. I still can't comment on your other posts. Poetry blog is set up! Look for link on my blog.
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