Bull Crap

A picture taken in slow motion, words form in my mouth,
With the push of a finger the camera clicks, your words are flung intomy face forever,
Why do we live day by day, to only wake up the next morning, feeling the same,
A war within, lost on the day you opened your eyes.
Endless moments fly past as I look in the mirror to see someone else,
To look for a person better than the one I am.
Millions of shatters, seven years of bad luck, the mirror brakes,
Blood drip slowly from my hand, pieces of flesh ripped from my hand,
Sometimes it is hard to accept the fact that I don't know what I am saying,
Dried up emotion, cold, hard ideas form in my head,
But words, the basic form of speech, I don't know what to say,
This poem will end on some verses that doesn't make any sense,
For I the poet, has the ability to play with your mind,
To make you see images with only a few words,
Tears of blood slowly run down my face,
Did you see that, I made you think,
The power of a couple of words,
I am done...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Richard Anthony Goulart]

This was really good!!! I absolutely love the way that you made it seem like one character in the beginning and that you go onto the poet and tell us that you can play with our minds............ As a poet, especially if you are a great one (as you your self obviously are) than you do in fact have the ability to twist and mold the readers mind into what you wish it to be........... The fact that you use the picture and the use of the slow motion made sense as when in the life of a poet and trying to go your words seem to slow you down and make you see every detail as you try and write them........... So great job and thank you for a great poem......

[Dominique]

This was amazing I love it.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I really really like this, you do play with the minds of others in this. You make a impact that speaks in this. Unique, and awesome. Enjoyed this poem, and this part as well:
"But words, the basic form of speech, I don't know what to say,
This poem will end on some verses that doesn't make any sense,
For I the poet, has the ability to play with your mind,
To make you see images with only a few words,
Tears of blood slowly run down my face,
Did you see that, I made you think,
The power of a couple of words,
I am done..."

Corrections:
into my
"your words are flung intomy face forever,"
drips
"Blood drip slowly from my hand"

[CHRIS ANDES]

it's a sign of bein' an artist!!..

[light and ashes]

I really like this, great poem.

[Priscilla Sayers]

And waiting...
you are telling a story
it is in the poems, put them together.
I am following.
Nice write!
Now One for you... Give me a few.

[Amila Jay]

super write:)

Very powerful

[Raya Avans]

Fantastic and powerful.. and fantastically done.

'Endless moments fly past as I look in the mirror to see someone else,
To look for a person better than the one I am.' I really loved these two lines.. and when you made us 'think'. Jaco Louw, you aren't just and amazing poet or story teller, you are truly a beautiful writer and an artist at there best. Another masterpiece, well done!

[KAOlmsted]

thank you for the invite

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[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

this was written beautifully...i like that you made me think and also how you played with everyone's mind in a twisted kind of way...great job and an amazing write