The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Should I write
A love poem,
A life poem,
Or death poem today?
I ponder over this,
Looking at the sunrise between hills of hope,
Drinking the wine of futility,
Puffing cigars of boredom.
The sun is still behind those hills.
And something comes up in me,
Like a Neanderthal;
Smart, yet not lasting.
Thoughts flash like lightning
That shakes the earth without much sound.
Maybe I should write about the pandemic.
But it does not come from the heart.
Maybe I should write some motivation.
But that too doesn’t come from the heart.
The water shouldn’t leak through the branches
Of a fallen tree.
The water should collect long enough
So that the tree will be washed away.
Should I write
A love poem,
A life poem,
Or a death poem today?
Why don’t I write about that girl I met.
No.
For that, poetry is not enough.
I’ll need a paragraph.
But she's a dirty toilet always having the cover down
When I’m urgent,
Letting me pee everywhere else
And making me feel guilty for a crime I know
No one will know about,
To put it shortly.
So skip her.
Should I write
A love poem,
Life poem,
Or death poem today?
This apple needs a knife in it
To make juices flow.
This fish needs its bowl broken
To escape down the drain.
This grass is too comfortable for me.
Maybe I should sit on a stove
And burn my behind
So that I’ll feel the pain
To write about it.
Maybe I should
Go to a funeral, poke my eyes and cry,
And hope I feel bad
So that I can write.
All this comfort
Is too much for me.
Maybe I’ll sit here uninspired
And write a poem about being uninspired,
Without any inspiration.
And it'll be the best crap I’ve ever written.
Maybe I should....
Oh..
Wait...
Did I just write a poem?
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