I know i cant really write poems well, so it ryhmes and all but i tried anyway. I normall just write a few line every now and again and get board and stop. but this time i just carried on writting. its my first real poem.
i thought id write this cos i get really pissed of with people who just say and do things just so they can be seen as 'cool'.....
Any feedback would be good. thanks :thumb:
Sleeping the day away,
The definition of a good day,
Just lying in my bed,
Without a care in the world,
The world is in my head,
The only place a want to be,
But the worlds not like that,
I must wake up and join it,
To meet my everyday war
This world I try to ignore,
My headphones blazing,
Trying to keep you out,
Spend my days staring into space,
Where my thoughts are what matter,
Not a mark on a piece of paper,
But I hear my name I cant remember a trace,
Hurled back to reality,
The place I really don’t want to be,
I laugh and joke but only with a selective few,
Know one knows the full me, only parts,
I hear the laughs and jokes directed at me,
Not worth the time I say
I’ll deal with it another day
I may be small but the day will come
Enough is enough the day has come
Time to show im more than them
To show I punch above my weight
And im stronger than I look
Im really not scared
Or fazed with what will happen
As I know nothing will happen
Words will be thrown
He will walk back to his clowns
Who will still point and laugh
Just farther away then before
Cos we both know its all for there image
i thought id write this cos i get really pissed of with people who just say and do things just so they can be seen as 'cool'.....
Any feedback would be good. thanks :thumb:
Sleeping the day away,
The definition of a good day,
Just lying in my bed,
Without a care in the world,
The world is in my head,
The only place a want to be,
But the worlds not like that,
I must wake up and join it,
To meet my everyday war
This world I try to ignore,
My headphones blazing,
Trying to keep you out,
Spend my days staring into space,
Where my thoughts are what matter,
Not a mark on a piece of paper,
But I hear my name I cant remember a trace,
Hurled back to reality,
The place I really don’t want to be,
I laugh and joke but only with a selective few,
Know one knows the full me, only parts,
I hear the laughs and jokes directed at me,
Not worth the time I say
I’ll deal with it another day
I may be small but the day will come
Enough is enough the day has come
Time to show im more than them
To show I punch above my weight
And im stronger than I look
Im really not scared
Or fazed with what will happen
As I know nothing will happen
Words will be thrown
He will walk back to his clowns
Who will still point and laugh
Just farther away then before
Cos we both know its all for there image

