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Fluke
Was it flash in the pan?
Was it heat lightening?
Did I ever join the clan?
Was I never frightening?
Where went my skills?
Where went my wit?
Before downing the pills
Have I always been shit?
Do I need more explatives?
Must I be more surreal?
Must I begin to live?
Must I begin to feel?
Where went the accolades?
Where went the love?
Have I not been the renegade?
What happened to Dove?
My notes are all flats
My screws are all loose
I vowed not to be a brat
But I cant find the truth.
I miss all of you.
All the ones that I hurt.
But the portrait I drew
Was quite terse and curt.
I'm failing the quiz
Was it all just a fluke?
But the biggest question is
why I killed my father like Luke.
Some people may hate
This statement
Word by word it is
What it is
And sometimes
It is more
Then what may be seen
Or what they're looking for.
Cuz it is what it is
And a chill up the spine
When you know it is right
And you don't give a damn.
KS
What they say
Right on, KS, right on.
Right on, KS, right on.
Oh the drama of respected
Oh the drama of respected writing. Who needs respect or popularity, true poetry only cares for the souls voice and the rest of us hope we can for a moment joint each other's humanity in a symbiotic empathy. You are enough. ;) loved this read it challenged my ideas on why I write and what I write and for whom, and the difference. :) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Yay! Im glad you liked. I
Yay! Im glad you liked. I tried to get over the drama tho :P