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You have consumed my thoughts. How are you? You have become a part of my daily routine. Should I text him? You drive me crazy. Why hasn't he replied? I think I am becoming depressed.
Eyes burnt and veins red, By 3am dreams of life are dead, Is that a trumpet I hear? The sound of the end, freedom from despair, Take me to thee, take me please, This pain hunts me, I’m under attack
I drink, I drone, My future unknown. Coffee helps with the moan, And early morning foam. To college I’ve shown, Myself a new home, Though to graduate alone, Brings itself a sad tone.
Wind rushes by, Nary a cloud in the sky, I’m going home. Day’s been long, But I love this song, I’m going home. An hour or so, Just part of the flow, I’m going home.
Stop it I'm sorry kids But yes, There's no afterlife And we will die You wonder why I did this Melted ice caps and Starved kids As if Because I know I can tell you
Sometimes, I wish you could see me; have a video tape recording that you watched at the end of every day, that played out the events of my day to day life like a movie