Mr. Poet

AKA: Nadir

Oh, But it's much more than that, Mr. Poet, isn't it?

It's obvious, isn't it?

You're broken-hearted, disappointed, and, to be frank, you're enthralled with rage.

So you decided to write a poem saying how s**t the world is because you didn't get your way?

Oh how charming...

 The man stops to take a puff,

In the darkness, the man's silhouette was made visible by only the small fire of his cigar

You act as if you're the only one in the world with these feelings,

And nothing to show for them.

Well, if you will, allow me to share some words of wisdom,

Do you want to know why she doesn't love you?

It's because you're a useless slob, scanning the Internet for that trash you call art,

While you could be spending time with real people,

Real friends,

Real women,

Like her.

But instead, you choose to spend your time writing poetry,

He said the last word with a snarl, as if even the thought of it sickened him.

About how your romantic advances have failed, and your life is so hard.

Allow me just one more line, if you will, just a moment more of your time.

You're at your nadir, boy.

Reviews

[Zombie Waffle]

I love this!
Thank Christ - someone else who can't stand the 'poets' in sites like these.

[Brandon Langley]

No. The poets on this website are great. They are artists. The only problem are the people who refuse to read stories because "They take too long"

[Simon Welsh]

This better not be about me :P

[Brandon Langley]

Haha, no, this is the love child of my hatred towards a certain person who lives in my apartment complex, and my own self-loathe

[Simon Welsh]

Ah, I getcha ;)