mood swings

I take too much time

to make up my dreams

fill them with fantasy

a raging disease

they spread to my words

then to my friends

to my environment

they meet no end

and I think that I have started

A catastrophe

 

The cup is just empty

full of air

full of space

filled up with despair

vacation is useless

motiviation is wasted

your styles are tasteless

and your image is faceless

 

so sip your cappucinno

like the world is yours

fill your time with childish chores

someones raised the bar

someones taken it too far

what has the world come to

 

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

"I take to much time" should be "too".

"Vacation is useless" - why is vacation capitalised? it feels odd as the rest of the poem isn't like this. unless it has a specific reasonin behing it.

the repetition of oh no, would feel right if in a song, but otherwise, it doesn't do much to compliment the poem, and takes away the focus fromt he wonderfuly crafted images above.

a good poem.