Miscellaneous:

[latishaslove]

Under Construction

I still haven’t found the perfect poem
that’s gonna set it off yet, the older I get
my technique keeps changing
One minute I’m writing about red roses
and how sweet it is
Next thing I’m wishing for rain, going in
sane threatening to slit my wrist
People listen as my poem keeps unfolding,
listening intently waiting for my poem to
end, it has to have an ending, everything
does
But I haven’t got a clue as to when
So I just keep writing cause
My words don’t stop coming and my ink
never runs out
And I always always have something new
to write about
Life’s just like that

I still haven’t found the perfect song to
escape my tongue
Nor the perfect dance to that perfect song
I am still paint strokes
Upon the canvas
For my life’s a work of art
Still being sculpted into a masterpiece
How many days till its completion?
I do not know
For my life’s the perfect poem still
Under construction

[erikestabrook]

very good subject matter,
the rhymes were placed well,
allot of poets wait for that perfect poem,
if that exists, still makes me wonder whether i'd rather be a perfect poet or have the perfect poem