tocooperate
Bluelighter
this is my first venture beyond lyrics into prose- i would LOVE any feedback, tips, thoughts etc. WORK IN PROGRESS, maybe..? it feels incomplete though
my initial thoughts during this transition: its hard to find one's own "interest" in poetry at first, particularly when coming from lyrics which have an additional layer of emotional emphasis by way of melody. ive never spent too much time studying and reading poetry, though writing it without that exposure seemed like a fun challenge. in the end? i found that appreciation by simply breaking convention, undoing rhymes, adding imagery to make up for melody.. and eventually i found the "music" in words that doesn't need.. music
.. i think ! >_<
parkinglotjunkie
this cocktail reeks of shame.
there were once calculations,
lies and numbers
painting a perfect passage of time
in the end was a parkinglotjunkie.
caught between a sleepy stupid figure and love
shooting wormholes for secret science
past pearly gates with hateful thoughts
shaking sounds of shame bring guilt.
tearful transactions make for silly silhouettes,
antiquated, all full but smeared
in time, these silly games pass time
figures in corners, shadows rhyme
A jumpstart to the heart! to reclaim all lovers
what a poison pissing shame
my initial thoughts during this transition: its hard to find one's own "interest" in poetry at first, particularly when coming from lyrics which have an additional layer of emotional emphasis by way of melody. ive never spent too much time studying and reading poetry, though writing it without that exposure seemed like a fun challenge. in the end? i found that appreciation by simply breaking convention, undoing rhymes, adding imagery to make up for melody.. and eventually i found the "music" in words that doesn't need.. music

parkinglotjunkie
this cocktail reeks of shame.
there were once calculations,
lies and numbers
painting a perfect passage of time
in the end was a parkinglotjunkie.
caught between a sleepy stupid figure and love
shooting wormholes for secret science
past pearly gates with hateful thoughts
shaking sounds of shame bring guilt.
tearful transactions make for silly silhouettes,
antiquated, all full but smeared
in time, these silly games pass time
figures in corners, shadows rhyme
A jumpstart to the heart! to reclaim all lovers
what a poison pissing shame
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