PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this is me, all in all --- united by the depths of my fall
i dust myself off, and do it again -- not to impress or defend
know me, or don't --- it does not change the world

all one could possibly hope for in life, is a taste of sweet honey -- and the bitter sting of strife

wrap it all up with a big pretty bow --- and you have me caught --- knocked with a blow

who can i hurt --- for i am a dog with no teeth -- and my vocals have been extracted and trampled with feet

broadcasting silences the pits of the fall -- how can they possibly know me at all

i write what i feel, not an attempt to steal -- or hurt -- or kill

hoping that someone comes along and reads my lines and says, hey i know what he's going through --- i've been there too

not smart, not dumb, an even keel as mom always said --- i wish i could spread joy, but my butter has turned....

garbage in, garbage out --- perhaps that's the problem with my snout -- some of it truly is rather stout ---

should i remain silent, and fester in all --- or just come out with it, and be done with it --- i am rather small