why do i suddenly hate all of my music?
jaysus. oh god. i was sitting here, reviewing bad poetry (some good ones, i have to admit, just not in the last hour) and i realized i was singing, no rapping along to Kanye West. Yes, I have a Kanye song on my music stick. It's stronger with Daft Punk. the only thing by either of them that i can stand. I don't think I've ever rapped before. scary.
here's a poem that was in a contest that it didn't win, and is now in another contest that it probably won't win, but i like it because i wrote it and it rhymes.
Purple
Not quite the blues,
Almost a bruise.
Reflecting no sunlight.
Royal and right.
Violets peeking in the sun,
Lavendar in fields where I run.
Stripes in the sunset
Give me all I can get.
Not red like a rose,
Like a punch in the nose.
Darker than your smoky eyes.
Cool and soft, no surprise.
Deep veins reflect it,
Sea shells dissect it.
Purple is my love,
Like the feet of a dove.
I was pushing it to get the rhyme in the last line, you'll forgive me, i hope. For the record i have seen doves with purple feet.
i have no patience for bad poetry. i keep skipping over pieces because i can't think of anything positive to say, not one thing that i can pick out. that sucks. oh well, i'll have plenty of opportunity, i have to enter 6 contests and post 10 poems. that's 180 poems i have a chance to comment on. and i only need something like 60 comments to move on.
i think i'll go stuff today's cigarettes, have one, take my meds and brush my teeth now that i've eaten.
the weight loss thing is working, albeit slowly. my rings are all loose and i'm going to have to take them off to keep typing, they keep spinning around on my fingers, it is very distracting while typing.
here's a poem that was in a contest that it didn't win, and is now in another contest that it probably won't win, but i like it because i wrote it and it rhymes.
Purple
Not quite the blues,
Almost a bruise.
Reflecting no sunlight.
Royal and right.
Violets peeking in the sun,
Lavendar in fields where I run.
Stripes in the sunset
Give me all I can get.
Not red like a rose,
Like a punch in the nose.
Darker than your smoky eyes.
Cool and soft, no surprise.
Deep veins reflect it,
Sea shells dissect it.
Purple is my love,
Like the feet of a dove.
I was pushing it to get the rhyme in the last line, you'll forgive me, i hope. For the record i have seen doves with purple feet.
i have no patience for bad poetry. i keep skipping over pieces because i can't think of anything positive to say, not one thing that i can pick out. that sucks. oh well, i'll have plenty of opportunity, i have to enter 6 contests and post 10 poems. that's 180 poems i have a chance to comment on. and i only need something like 60 comments to move on.
i think i'll go stuff today's cigarettes, have one, take my meds and brush my teeth now that i've eaten.
the weight loss thing is working, albeit slowly. my rings are all loose and i'm going to have to take them off to keep typing, they keep spinning around on my fingers, it is very distracting while typing.