it's not to say that i know everything, but then again...i know everything.
(not really.)
but, i do know some things, i think. not that many, but some.. enough to get by.
my friend told me about this european style of poetry where you just write down your thoughts, sort of like a stream of consciousness (think James Joyce' Ulysses), except this is in poetry form. i think it's cool! it's like.. your brain, randomly vomiting out thoughts, in blank verse. that's definitely cool and rather weird, though hard for somebody else to read because it's not their brain... ANdd, i was also reading some e.e.cummings recently, which also inspired me. here is my Stream of consciousness/blank verse/euro poetry about... dum da dum...
Rocks!
rocks are like hearts.
whenever you break one, pieces go everywhere
skadooosh and then there's just a giant mess to clean up.
i think that we all should turn our hearts to fluffy pillows;
we'd never break them.
but then again what's life without a little pain?
you hurt me i hurt you we're an unhappy family...
take it back to the days when i was still your number one baby it can be done! [sorry getting all jay sean on you there]
but no i forgot already! my heart was busted and you can't have it back.
not even one shard of it, no, i took them all back and i kept them in a jar like fireflies
now i watch that jar at night and wish the pieces could glow
but they just don't.
rocks don't glow.
how thick can you get?
that poem is...incredible, to say the leastt. ;) i really enjoyed the post and the poem, though. excellent writing.
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