I'm on the verge
Can't face commitments
Not again -
Gives me the urge
To scream and shout
Cry pathetically
Another dull bout
Of the Melancholy

Wish I could lurch
Off of the edge
Watch deadlines fade and
Melt into nothingness
The world turns to haze
Whilst I write
Useles words
In a crystal craze.

Sorry if it doesn't make complete sense. It's an old one. It was written in the early hours, which is how I usually write poetry (of a sort.) I just get out my notebook and it comes pouring out. I write without thinking. Stream of consciousness in a way.

musicspirit musicspirit
18-21, F
3 Responses Feb 23, 2009

Okay, I'll work on it. It's all because of you two!<br />
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"I'm sure you can find a musician" - mwahahaha I am my own musician, so my job will have to do!

Definitely a song. I'm sure you can find a musician. :-)

A song? Maybe.<br />
My creative side awakens at that time.