deathscreamingsheep
03-08-2006, 01:25 PM
This is pretty much an off the cuff poem and I can't pretend to have put an awful amount of thought into it aside from that I wanted a rhyming bit. If you have any advice or general critiques they are welcome. Pretty much I'm trying to develope a more accessible style of writing my lyrics/poems (the next thing I post will be song lyrics) without shirking on imagary etc...
Brittle snapping of old papers
Hardened and yellow stained by age.
A crunching footstep across the many piles
Tearing and scrunching doctines page by page.
Saliva falls, "This is what I think of you".
Though many yous and persons are spattered by the drops
The water spreads too much and little an amount
To smudge the countless inky dots.
Names like Horatio are still reserved
For those who care to converse with them.
Contrary to popular belief it's actually just as simple
To do so with Margeret than with Gareth or Wayne.
But then again what do I know?
I simply file the papers: accesability is my key
to a vault which only a certain few- personally assessed
like a country gentleman's club
Can gain the slightest glimpse.
Do I really prefer it that way?
Well I don't know any different.
Brittle snapping of old papers
Hardened and yellow stained by age.
A crunching footstep across the many piles
Tearing and scrunching doctines page by page.
Saliva falls, "This is what I think of you".
Though many yous and persons are spattered by the drops
The water spreads too much and little an amount
To smudge the countless inky dots.
Names like Horatio are still reserved
For those who care to converse with them.
Contrary to popular belief it's actually just as simple
To do so with Margeret than with Gareth or Wayne.
But then again what do I know?
I simply file the papers: accesability is my key
to a vault which only a certain few- personally assessed
like a country gentleman's club
Can gain the slightest glimpse.
Do I really prefer it that way?
Well I don't know any different.