Make Love, Not War.

K lets be real. I’m going on a rampage with this poetry stuff. this one I don’t like much, but I was just messing around. LOL. the more times I read it, the more cheesy it sounds hahahah 

I can’t draw, or act, or anything at all like that. 
But I can write you a rhyme that will make your heart turn flat
Do you know why that is? Please, just let me show it. 
I. am a poet. 
I will talk to you, help your tired ego 
I know the things you’ve been through, even I have seen those. 
I can recite you some words nothing short of beautiful 
I’ll make sure they are suitable 
I can say to you words, that alone, mean nothing
but together, they flow and fly
I don’t know how you will start to feel, all I can do is try. 
I can’t draw, or act, or anything at all like that
I am a poet,
and my voice is my medium, your ears are my canvas.  
Cheesy or not, poetry is my voice. 
Whether you read it, that is your choice.   

Okay. So here’s the thing. 
I know I don’t make it easy for you to know what it is I’m thinking. But I think I make it at least a tiny tiny bit obvious that I’m not happy with something. 
Here’s thing, this goes for everyone. It drives me CRAZY when you tell me you’re going to do something and then go back on your word. If you’re going to say you’re going to do it, THEN DO IT. also, I literally am about to write this off the top of my head. fo shits and gigs. if you hate it, that’s k. tell me! 

Loneliness
how is it that someone like me
someone so.. alive 
feels so lonely
like the world wont take me for who I am 
like my heart is..is simply too big 
I inflicted this alone-ness 
I can’t make you understand the things I’ve been through
all I can do
is tell you stories,
of what it’s like to be alone 
share memories the way i remember them
maybe not the way they happened
But they way they affected me
how they made me feel alone
even if it’s not accurate..
it should count for something,
right?
you don’t know what it’s like to be lonely 
Because you don’t know what it’s like to be me
to see through the eyes that are me 
I am alone in this great big world, and you don’t have the time or place to hold me, to call me your girl. 

So this ended up being a slam sorta. i feel it’s better read out loud. finding the pauses is the difficult part.