Poetic Depression - Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez
My emotions are numb
who here has teh upper hand?
i dont understand
i cant feel, and nothing here rhymes.
To write do i really need bad times?
my poems are dull
they sink in the bottomless pit
they seem to be drowning
they seem too unfit,
My poetry must be depressed.
My verry own emotioins surpressed,
But thiers are so low,
thier traped, my pencil wont let them go,
they cut thier own words,
right out of thier stanzas
dripping bad litterature
like an emo's blood on her arm,
Yes, My poems are depressed,
because my emotions are surpressed.
Im in the middle of a poetic depression.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
and dont get me wrong i was not making fun of emos.. i have actually been where they are. im not saying anything real negative, just using a simile.
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