Old Poem
Wrote this in 2007 when I was just a dumb teenager who writes a lot. Five years later, a dumb young adult who writes a lot. Times flies eh?
Anyway, enjoy the possibly most hipster thing I've ever wrote.
Boring Poem Written on A Boring Day
O what a boring day,
Raining like the fifth of May.
I can smelt the wet air,
In Mary Lane’s blonde hair.
Grumpy like a hungry bear,
Wishing the day’s end is near.
O what a boring day,
As my spirit began to decay.
I was standing in the hall,
Abandoned from the happy ball.
Deeply dull and dreadfully desperate,
Wishing my soul can hold and not separate.
O what a boring day,
For excitement anything I can pay.
Just catch a quick short glimpse
Is enough for me not to collapse.
Blow the blank, break the block,
Comes a new day with a ticking clock.