So, I've finished my first poem I'm going to enter to the Alabama School of Fine Arts. I have to submit ten, and they have to be gold. Tell me, truthfully, how you like this.
You rip at the seems,
you pull at the hair;
tell all your lies,
pretend I'm not there.
Thoughtless and reckless,
you bid me adieu;
but, I'll be fine
and I'll start anew.
Careful and conscious,
I've started again;
met new people,
they're no more than friends.
You tore at my heart,
now scarred and tapered;
stained evermore,
like a crumpled paper.
I don't think 'tapered' was the right word in the last stanza, but it's the only thing I could think of that rhymed with paper. So, if you can think of another that would flow well, please tell me.
Poem-ish.
August 30th, 2010 at 07:51am