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A Poem by Poetic Justice
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where is the conscious fight to write?

to expose the pen and feel the flow?

I know, with every beat of my heart

and stroke of my pen, its my truth

but yet again, this daily grind

flith that fills my mind

the epitome of fleshly feelings

the dealings of the day to day

that I can not escape, bound by this non physical rape

purging my soul, it harder than you ink

and to think, when touching your words

gave me light, changed the night

to day and kept me on the right

path, which had many pitfalls and dips

pistol whipped and unresolved

I push through, as if I knew

what? diddley f*****g squat

missed the boat, the plane, the train

fell into a place of mundane

something gives, breaks, falls

wishing it lives, shakes, calls...

trying for tryings sake

to make or break, nothing fake

not in my eyes

suspicion is no surprise

taking days and nights

out of sync

blink

to much time to think

to much rhyme to sink

think again, shrink to meter

meet me, meet him, meet her

shrug off negative reflections

its the connections in the pool of affections

splash! the ripples send

to the friend on the other end

connect, reflect, don't reject

there's beauty in (i'm)perfect...

 

© 2012 Poetic Justice


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This is sheer brilliance..... you writing is definately out there......

"think again, shrink to meter
meet me, meet him, meet her"

This is me all over....lol

Top marks as always my friend... :O)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes, my dear well said, there is beauty in imperfection, and in the imperfect....
This is your calling through thick and thin. And I know how that feels lol...
I loved your pen, even with the angry undertone in it, it's brilliant, you're always yourself, and I appreciate that. It comes when it comes, and then it comes hard! :D

xx

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Love it... witty and humorous... I too have trouble writing during the week... work kills my inspiration then after work I am too tired to think and write, that is why I take advantage on the weekend.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I haven't been around much lately. Seems life has been getting in the way. yada yada baa baa.. No one ever reads this bit..I could put something witty or trite, even a quote from someone dead .. more..

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