Meatpuppet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2002
- Messages
- 368
Reading Whitman in a class
"the learn'd astronomer" or some shit
just waiting to go home lke the other 15 maggots in here
ironic i find that his poem values simplicity, beauty, and asthetics of the stars
over the diagrams, charts, coldness, and harshness of a scientist
and this they teach in technology university?
I read and re-read and realize very little of what i write has no prose
very little of what i write has no setting...
and that my meter and rhyme
is sparadict as an addict
and i just write what comes to mind
that most of my writing is an exageration of emotion, ideals, and situations
stretched, chaotic, and unorganized
as a militia of freedom fighters in a rioting revolt
I rely on a nail to wrist to crucifix shock value to grab attention
crucify myself eveytime i allow someone to see inside me..
spewing FUCKING obscenties to show my GOD DAMNED conviction
similies, metaphors, and a vocabulary...
to prove my colussus intelliegence
or my mammoth insecurities and imbecile stupidity..
I don't leave people wondering..
...what...i'm ..about..to ....
...say..
and as i read this short poem one last time
I wonder if i'll be read and thought of in such a way..
its all just a pen to paper SCREAM
to get it all out today..
"the learn'd astronomer" or some shit
just waiting to go home lke the other 15 maggots in here
ironic i find that his poem values simplicity, beauty, and asthetics of the stars
over the diagrams, charts, coldness, and harshness of a scientist
and this they teach in technology university?
I read and re-read and realize very little of what i write has no prose
very little of what i write has no setting...
and that my meter and rhyme
is sparadict as an addict
and i just write what comes to mind
that most of my writing is an exageration of emotion, ideals, and situations
stretched, chaotic, and unorganized
as a militia of freedom fighters in a rioting revolt
I rely on a nail to wrist to crucifix shock value to grab attention
crucify myself eveytime i allow someone to see inside me..
spewing FUCKING obscenties to show my GOD DAMNED conviction
similies, metaphors, and a vocabulary...
to prove my colussus intelliegence
or my mammoth insecurities and imbecile stupidity..
I don't leave people wondering..
...what...i'm ..about..to ....
...say..
and as i read this short poem one last time
I wonder if i'll be read and thought of in such a way..
its all just a pen to paper SCREAM
to get it all out today..
