My first poem, Im looking for inspiration, I could use some help or criticism, not spell checked, I just wrote it like 5 minutes ago: D I hope its worth something
I dont want to be a machine,
Water does me good,
...
Pointing my finger,
It seems all I can do,
Put On the spot,
...
I hate to see you go,
Pride is too much,
too much to overcome,
What is love....
...
Machinery
My first poem, Im looking for inspiration, I could use some help or criticism, not spell checked, I just wrote it like 5 minutes ago: D I hope its worth something
I dont want to be a machine,
Water does me good,
I do not want oil to lubricate my joints.
I enjoy having blood,
I do not want clockwork,
unprediciccality is fine.
I do not want perfectly wired circuitry,
My veins are fine.
following patterns is fine,
But dont make it my life.
You should stop turning people off during nine to five.
I want to walk the sidewalks,
not fight metal beasts in the street.
Id love to see people,
but alls I see is twisted machinery.
Where did you take their hearts?
Far far away it seems,
because all that is left is the mind.