No Sense
January 8, 2018 at 4:08 am
(This post was last modified: January 8, 2018 at 4:10 am by WinterHold.)
This cheap messed up poetry is nothing, but what it is: cheap messed up words cast in a word factory.
The word factory is my brain, the rhyme is just where the flow takes me to; even if it was for a spot drenched in the rain.
You're supposed to read. The words are supposed to make you feel awed, for the rhyme decorating the words are everything you need.
You don't need meaning! meaning is not intended ! actual metaphors derived from a damaged brain are all what's there; ups and down through the mist of words, ending up with a suicide rope, ending all reason and hope.
Yes! it's not supposed to make any sense. But I said it; even in the past tense: this is not poetry.
This is cheap, messed up words coming from a word factory.
Flesh with no bones; it's called the brain; driving you to do crazy things; like standing naked in the rain.
The factory closes its doors now.
But did you ask yourself, why or how?
The word factory is my brain, the rhyme is just where the flow takes me to; even if it was for a spot drenched in the rain.
You're supposed to read. The words are supposed to make you feel awed, for the rhyme decorating the words are everything you need.
You don't need meaning! meaning is not intended ! actual metaphors derived from a damaged brain are all what's there; ups and down through the mist of words, ending up with a suicide rope, ending all reason and hope.
Yes! it's not supposed to make any sense. But I said it; even in the past tense: this is not poetry.
This is cheap, messed up words coming from a word factory.
Flesh with no bones; it's called the brain; driving you to do crazy things; like standing naked in the rain.
The factory closes its doors now.
But did you ask yourself, why or how?
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