Wannabe Poetry

Sometimes I try my hand at poetry
Though I’m not a poet, just a wannabe
My feeble attempt in all mediocrity
To vent my feelings and mental debris

Shooting star

Last night I saw a shooting star
that's a wish, I once read.
Though my wish was somewhat bizarre,
I wished it didn't fall on my head.

 

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Wannabe poetry

Sometimes I try my hand at poetry
Though I’m not a poet, just a wannabe
My feeble attempt in all mediocrity
To vent my feelings and mental debris

 

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Survival

It can be complicated to be alive That’s why I sometimes hide In nooks and crannies of a different reality It’s just my way to survive  

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A Song Just Died…

A song just died in my heart tonight Because it doesn’t wanna be heard In a world with a melody of fright And a repeating chorus of hurt Where people are outcasts For what they believe Where who you love Can cause you grieve Where religion and politics Try to dictate your life Where a

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One of my many faces…

Quite often I’m the crazy one sometimes real bizarre I hide behind some weird fun not really up to par I’m running from normality because from time to time I get sick of reality and replace it with some rhyme I’ll act like I’m a poet and hide in mental spaces Yes I’m aware I

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