Casting

pretty much a lyrical freestyle of ideas.

Words from your mouth are just like thoughts inside your brain,
Everything is jumbled up and makes me sound insane,
I don't want you to look at me because everything is plain.
Always staring through objects trying to see what underneath,
I don't know where to look, so I'm always changing seats.
Every seat is different but all of them look the same,
You'll just have to stare through objects 'till nothing else is plain.

I don't know what created earth,
or even what it's like,
I don't know what makes it move
or why it inhibits life,
I just think I'm on a ride and its moving kinda fast,
maybe if i jump off i can finally see whats passed.

Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

I don't know what created earth,
or even what it's like,
I don't know what makes it move
or why it inhibits life,
I just think I'm on a ride and its moving kinda fast,
maybe if i jump off i can finally see whats passed.

As much as I liked the first stanza, I found myself tripping over it quite a bit, a suggestion would be to put more of a rhythm to it, best way I have found is to read it aloud but the last one...OH. MY. GOODNESS. I love the last stanza WOW. Ultimately, this poem is going into my library simply for that last stanza WOW!