lawls i write meself a poem

No seriously, I did.
It’s not completely finished yet, and i doubt most of you will read this,
but here it is so far!

I am lost in a concrete jungle.
Desperately searching for the plot.
Malls and Stores line the walkways, yet I’m counting the cracks down the sidewalk.
I have the money but it’s not worth the cost,
As I head for imaginary bliss I’m the loner

I am the classic struggle of insect versus repellent.
Between evolution and eroding rock
I am the wishes of the wonder of the innocence of the lost.
Nature plans to hang me for treason
For the reason of my adaptation to the industrial world.
I don’t want to hide away.

I am the fact that this small unknown town is now part of the cold.
The manufactured bled out into the simply rural society
And the Earth will soon shine brighter than the stars.
The foundations that insulated us will crumble into the seas.
I won’t live with my tail between my legs.

I am the urge for something simple.
Not the need for something after to delude my thoughts or halt my actions
Nor a convenient truth to verify the calm.
I will not be blinded by the light it supposedly possesses
But hollow out my own door through the darkness.

I am the reason why I see what I want to see.
Lies will not mock my wisdom
Because belief is just an excuse for burying ourselves before departure.
I urn for independence, so why should I meet the Maker?

I urn for independence

Because pottery = freedom!

prak the prick is a dick and he like to touch he sees to much and like a goood fuck……and he’s an ass.

This never fails to crack me up.

also good poem I suppose…….

This is coming on very well, if you ask me! Just the urn-yearn thing and there is simply were i think it should read simple, but yeah, other than typos it is very good.

dare in say it, i agree with mossy. not bad. needs a few edges smoothed but pretty decent.

Mmmm
This is about the final draft. And the yearn line is gone, I couldn’t fit it in with the new draft.

I am lost in a concrete maze,
Desperately searching for the plot.
Outlet Malls line the walkways,
Yet I’m counting the cracks down the sidewalk.
I have it to spend but it’s not worth the cost,
And as I head for imaginary bliss I’m the loner.

I am the classic struggle of insect versus repellant.
Between evolution and rocks eroding,
I am the wishes of the wonders of the innocence of the lost.
Nature plans to hang me for treason
Because of the reason of my adaptation to the industrial world.
I don’t want to hide away.

I am the fact that this small unknown town is now part of the cold.
The manufactured bled out into the rural society,
And now the Earth will soon shine brighter than the stars.
The foundations that kept us warm will crumble into the seas,
I won’t live with my tail between my legs.

I am the urge for something simple.
Not the need for something after to delude my thoughts,
Or a need for a convenient truth to verify the calm.
I will not be blinded by the light it supposedly possesses,
But will hollow out my own door through the darkness.

I am the reason why I see what I want to see.
I know what I want but not how to breathe.
I left the lights on and now I have to pass through these concrete jungles.
I want more than what these Malls have to offer.
The rules of urban culture don’t have my essentials in mind,
I should call out what to find.

That unsympathetic Force,
What to do when we’re climbing up a descending hoist?
Alarmed and in shock but we still have to deal with it.
It makes us feel pathetic.
But people are trivial,
And I am only human.

I am lost in a concrete jungle.
Desperately searching for the pot.

you listen to bob marley don’t you?

No.. I actually don’t.

It’s at least something. Most of the times when I try, it’s some random bullcrap.