An Ode to Odes

More of a rant on how I can no longer read pretty sonnets and love poems without feeling sick.

Oh, how the pretty lines display themselves on your page.

I read and I read and  read,

Like I've read a million times before.

Oh, how I love thee,

Oh, how lucky I am,

Oh, how nacious do I feel.

Your beautiful words tug at whats left of my heart,

and I feel nothing but hatred,

And lonliness.

Yet I read and I read and I read

And I hate every line,

And every f*****g rhymn.

Yes I read and I read and I read ever more

All those pretty emotions you toss around.

It sickens my stomach to the point of dispair.

I hate cause your happiness...

 

I cannot share.

Author's Note

ignore the horrible structure it's just a rant.

Reviews

[Jillian]

haha, oh yes. Happy people make me sick sometimes ;)

[The Lady Anasteja]

Ahmen brotha!!! that was my feeling last night while watching girly films. wanted to friggin vomit, and slice my throat. tho if in their shoes one may see things differently. haha.