I want to make a nice poem just for a change
One that is not freakish, all twisted and deranged
I would like to produce good literature
that seems to be fully mature
Something written that sounds quite professional
Not one filled with all of my dark confessionals
I wanna make a pretty thing
That makes everyone smile
But for this so very long while
All I ever accomplish in writing is simply vile
I always work my hardest to try to impress
But all that really happens is that I make you depressed
I would love to write nicely about unicorns and faeries
Bright colours, and sunshine, and freshly ripened cherries
But I can't shake that rainbows need rain to grow
All I can seem to be is as cold as fallen snow
My dark and gloomy brain won't let me say
That all I really wish for is to laugh today
So I share my whiny stories because that's all that I can
When it comes to getting happy, I need a better plan
My cheeriness always plots to run away
The mirth wouldn't remain if I begged it to stay
So maybe someday I can finally write happily
If I can stop this damned angst from getting the best of me
I find it far easier for me
I find it far easier for me personally to write a dark and bleak poem than a happy one for when I'm happy I'm so cauight up in the euphoria that I'm not focussed enough to write. I totally relate to your sentiment. And I love your style.
Pretty Poem
Angst often provides a stimulous for creativity. Loved your poem and your insecurities in rhym. Your poem is a good read which I enjoyed.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57