IamDJSpyke
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 10, 2003
- Posts
- 144
Hey everyone! I know my last poetry thread turned ugly, but I'm going to try to start a new one and let you all say whatever you will about this. As long as no one says "It doesn't rhyme!" I'm happy, lol. I know it doesn't rhyme(much) but it's still pretty good, I think. Tell me if ya'll feel it...(and excuse any typos, lol)
I just wrote a poem(of sorts) in my last class and I plan on hitting up the studio when I leave school to try and come up with a rhythem. I'm not sure if I'm going to try to go rock or experimental electronic with this yet, but I'm think a very very mellow acoustic with electronic noises and such in odd tempos in the background.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No one understands my words,
but that's ok, because neither do I.
I find it relaxing to be in my own world.
Sitting in the corner of an empty room.
Staring blankly at where the window used to be.
But that was long ago,
so long ago. So long ago, I don't remember the veiw.
So whats new, out there in that foreign world?
So I'm through, pretending to be interested.
I close the door to my little room,
paint it all white and loose track,
of all openings, crevices, airholes or cracks.
Sensing, but not seeing, all the beings,
in their outside world.
Attention lost. Sun turned to frost.
Darkness falls on all,
except for me.
Locked away in my little white room.
I just wrote a poem(of sorts) in my last class and I plan on hitting up the studio when I leave school to try and come up with a rhythem. I'm not sure if I'm going to try to go rock or experimental electronic with this yet, but I'm think a very very mellow acoustic with electronic noises and such in odd tempos in the background.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No one understands my words,
but that's ok, because neither do I.
I find it relaxing to be in my own world.
Sitting in the corner of an empty room.
Staring blankly at where the window used to be.
But that was long ago,
so long ago. So long ago, I don't remember the veiw.
So whats new, out there in that foreign world?
So I'm through, pretending to be interested.
I close the door to my little room,
paint it all white and loose track,
of all openings, crevices, airholes or cracks.
Sensing, but not seeing, all the beings,
in their outside world.
Attention lost. Sun turned to frost.
Darkness falls on all,
except for me.
Locked away in my little white room.