Yours was like...ice cream when someone upset you, and mine was like frozen yogurt that sits in the back of the fridge, because even though it's close, it isn't ice cream.
ew, that was kind of weird. lolz. haha. wow.
ooh, yeah I'm not good with that kind of stuff, that's really cool though.
Sorry, perhaps I should be more clear.
I am referring to Don't tell the clergy...
My other poems are more straight forward but that one...
I don't even know what I was getting at.
I mean, I do.
But it confuses even me.
I just let my pen flow and saw where it took me.
I was set on writing a new poem since I hadn't been writing them in a while.
So I got three poems in one night.
And posted them here.
TADAA.
Thanks for the comment on my poem.
Do you get it?
I felt as if my metaphors talked in circles and made absolutely no sense...
Partly, I don't know what I was trying to get at but I know what the poem was about.
It's weird.
I don't know.
well i have this i have a new journal and it will mean the world to me if you commented you think u can take a look at it and tell me your opion please again it would mean alot =)
No!
Yours was like...ice cream when someone upset you, and mine was like frozen yogurt that sits in the back of the fridge, because even though it's close, it isn't ice cream.
ew, that was kind of weird. lolz. haha. wow.
ooh, yeah I'm not good with that kind of stuff, that's really cool though.