a poem in progress, by n.smith
sometimes i feel like i have two left feet.
like my head is in the clouds and i'm walking around half asleep.
like a poem that was started but left incomplete.
like each moment that surrounds me has to be bittersweet.
each time i feel i got it together, it's like i miss a beat.
i'm like a song that's got plenty words but no melody.
just when i find my buried treasure i somehow lose my key.
lookin hard at those around me trying to find some honesty.
gettin ready to take a swing, but realize i forgot my tee.
i finally find an atm, but then get charged a user fee.
like who i am ain't good enough, yet it's all i know to be.
screamin from a mountain top with noone listening.
just learn how to sail my boat, then a wreck leaves me lost at sea.
all i wants a cup of coffee, all they're serving here is tea.
like if i give my heart to someone i should just expect deceit.
can't fit the pieces all together, life remains a mystery.
no explanation for the madness, just frustration coverin me.
thing is i know i haven't even tasted true defeat.
just that sometime i'd like to feel i'm all together, like i'm walkin with one of each feet.
like the water i'm treadin wouldn't be so freakin deep.
like the voices i keep hearin would have some genuitity.
but my poem has just begun and it isn't quite complete.
like my head is in the clouds and i'm walking around half asleep.
like a poem that was started but left incomplete.
like each moment that surrounds me has to be bittersweet.
each time i feel i got it together, it's like i miss a beat.
i'm like a song that's got plenty words but no melody.
just when i find my buried treasure i somehow lose my key.
lookin hard at those around me trying to find some honesty.
gettin ready to take a swing, but realize i forgot my tee.
i finally find an atm, but then get charged a user fee.
like who i am ain't good enough, yet it's all i know to be.
screamin from a mountain top with noone listening.
just learn how to sail my boat, then a wreck leaves me lost at sea.
all i wants a cup of coffee, all they're serving here is tea.
like if i give my heart to someone i should just expect deceit.
can't fit the pieces all together, life remains a mystery.
no explanation for the madness, just frustration coverin me.
thing is i know i haven't even tasted true defeat.
just that sometime i'd like to feel i'm all together, like i'm walkin with one of each feet.
like the water i'm treadin wouldn't be so freakin deep.
like the voices i keep hearin would have some genuitity.
but my poem has just begun and it isn't quite complete.
posted by the way I see it... at 7:50 PM
4 Comments:
it's like rain on your wedding day.
a free ride when you've already paid.
traffic jam when you're already late.
like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.
it's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife.
couldn't resist.
did you write this?
way good.
haha, yea...halfway through writing it i was like...hmm, this is taking an Alanis turn. i'd like to think if you added music to mine it'd be more of a rap. :)
You have a gift with poetry Nicole.
I thought it was a rap actually when I read it! good stuff.
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