another day, another year
just start typing,
let the words hit the page like your head hits the pillow,
a slump and a thud,
like a bomb that's a dud,
poetry comes in many forms I've always said,
whether it's on the page or in your head,
whether you're alive or dead,
no hope without dread,
no divorce without newlyweds.
I'm supposed to bend words; phrases,
stuck in my phases.
I'm supposed to blend words; phases,
I've ran out of phrases.
or have I run out of patience?
Stuck on these statements,
kiss the pavement;
I find meaning in the maintenance.
I know it can't just be rhyming words,
But my timing hurts,
so now I increase the complexity...
it's perplexing me;
something's off like an effigy,
The synchronicity is vexing;
The passion is impressing,
My sins are convalescing.
The universe is compressing,
My mind is manifesting
a message,
symbolic in suggestion,
profound in direction.
but no fair tennis without a net, so...
everything connects,
synchronicity is real.
one more perspective.
magnetic regrets,
consciousness is all I feel.
one more perception.
mirror of the depressed,
a quantum-entangled deal.
one more deception.
an AI rating,
insecure like a password.
what did i score?
8/10 lol