For Fellow Dismal Writers

sorrynotsorry

Why is my writing so dismal?

Don’t get me wrong when I hear a song so blissful

I sing along, we’re all quite fond of what is made from their positive chisel

One day I hope to relate to that one great straight date but let's be civil

Writing is an avenue to vent what I don’t understand yet so it appears clear as a crystal

My brain is a malfunctioning train filled with stains from when night thoughts dribble

I’m editing myself, evidence of my case sorry if it seems drivel

So, for now, my words are stormy but I keep working to make birds from this drizzle

I’ll write of love when I get that dove I’m just that fickle

Let’s be honest these emo sonnet’s going to resemble vomit when life gets fiscal

But you’re kidding yourself if you think I’ll lay low like the ledges of my bookshelf till I turn fissile

I’m taking this ambition to life’s audition, this flame’s never going to fizzle

As long as the ink bleeds through my notebook I’ll aim for the leads to keep my bones gristle

I’ll keep adjectives in my jacket like weapons, bringing color to your hymnal

Keeping metaphors close but cliches closer, I’ve been doing this since I was little

I’m hitting your pretentious school of poetry like I’m a missile

I may never be the best but I can get words off my chest and still stay nimble

Let me spell out my thoughts, I don’t want to take shots and I’ve still got that pimple

I’ll pass on a party, I’ll also say sorry getting out my sharpie like a word pistol

I’m down for late gaming, let's talk while we’re aiming down to each pixel

Will this mean anything, will this written offspring ever get out of my mind's prison

Do these words bring some hope, is there only the schism

If I showed those in shoes like mine would they run and hide or give me a signal

These words won’t be seen they make my skin feel unclean though they’re really quite simple

Maybe I’m not, maybe, I’ll stop, write something fake as tinsel

Author's Note

fite me irl m8