Thursday, 8 October 2009
08:00:37 PM (GMT)
First slam poem I've written. I read it today. I now have a piace of Derek's
notebook, which has coffee stains everywhere and is held together with floss.
Anyway. xD I started this in math yesterday, when apparently I was supposed to be
doing something else. I finished it last night, and it doesn't make sense. But I
can't write things that make sense. And I don't like titles, so nothing I write ever
has one. But I never write anyway.
Your heartbeat is my backbeat
which can't be beat
an outstanding misunderstanding
like a flightless bird landing
which doesn't make sense,
and I like it that way
but why won't you stay?
There's no price to pay
nothing to lose, nothing to gain
when all that you need can't be found
your knees and your face hit the ground
You might as well go with the flow
of the fractional percentage of
new age, old school high school kids
who think they know the meaning of life when to me,
the only definite definition of the term
is a fucking cereal.