Raidenex
07-08-2005, 04:58 PM
It�s the little things in life that get you in the end
Whether it�s a jibe, a snub, or a so called friend.
It�s the insignificant things that break a camel�s back
The last straw, the long goodbye � or some poetic hack.
Life is boring � it�s sad, but true enough to see.
Throughout we�re always searching for that one meaning to be.
And when you think you�ve found it, that the search is done,
The little things come crawling back, and steal what you have won.
Take literature, for instance � the art of fiction and prose;
Even after a lifetime of searching, I still can�t describe a rose.
Looking further to this so called poetry I write �
Even as I pour out my soul, I think it�s utterly trite.
So what can be done about this sad state of affairs?
Where the only fighting form I take is pathetic rhyming pairs?
Sometimes the meaning is hidden behind a wall of utter shit �
Fuck, I shouldn�t have sworn, or this poem will never be a hit.
L.S.P.
Whether it�s a jibe, a snub, or a so called friend.
It�s the insignificant things that break a camel�s back
The last straw, the long goodbye � or some poetic hack.
Life is boring � it�s sad, but true enough to see.
Throughout we�re always searching for that one meaning to be.
And when you think you�ve found it, that the search is done,
The little things come crawling back, and steal what you have won.
Take literature, for instance � the art of fiction and prose;
Even after a lifetime of searching, I still can�t describe a rose.
Looking further to this so called poetry I write �
Even as I pour out my soul, I think it�s utterly trite.
So what can be done about this sad state of affairs?
Where the only fighting form I take is pathetic rhyming pairs?
Sometimes the meaning is hidden behind a wall of utter shit �
Fuck, I shouldn�t have sworn, or this poem will never be a hit.
L.S.P.