Something Like That.

Page after page of all these things that I might think

spending all my money, just to get fresh ink

and not the kind that makes you cool or makes your peers admire

but the kind to put a damper on my soul’s lonely fire.

I’m burning up inside, but I’m cold right to the touch

until I close my eyes, and you say that it’s too much.

If I could just get some sleep

If I could just get some peace 

But my mind is always pondering, and my eyes are always wandering

"to do lists behind my eyelids of dreams that I am conjuring

 He left me too, said that I was crazy

 If I saw him out in public, I doubt he’d even wave to me

Got me chasing the unknowing, and that’s what keeps me going

I might never be a comedian but I’ll always just be joking  

There are those that don’t get it, and those that wish they did 

There are those that let it go, and me that’s holding on to it

I’m fishing for answers, my line is tapped"not baited

I’m working from the inside, I know you think I’ll never make it 

Master planning disaster, if I could move a little faster 

I’d be there tomorrow, I’d be happily ever after 

But this isn’t a fairy tale, this is just another page

and I know I’m not a star just by standing on a stage

All I hope to do is make your load a little lighter

You should know you’re not alone, you should shine a little brighter.

Reviews

[GamingGal]

I reeeaaallllyyy like the first four lines. They're so......deep and whatnot. Very nice to be sure. I admire you for making it rhyme all the way through! I have trouble with rhyming sometime, which is why I don't unless it just comes to me.

Very good poem. It has much meaning all throughout it and there are many things that can be derived from it. Good write! Look forward to hearing more from you.

[Sami Khalil]

chasing the unknowing
what keeps me going.
Nice write

[Tai Ryens]

There are various points where you have created lines so deep.

spending all my money, just to get fresh ink
and not the kind that makes you cool or makes your peers admire
but the kind to put a damper on my soul’s lonely fire.

I love this part, it expresses the struggle to be a writer. The introversion, the people leaving, the money spent to satisfy your writing needs.
Especially the last six lines, those are shining with brilliance. The ending is a somewhat inspirational ending to this poem.
Amazing.

But this isn’t a fairy tale, this is just another page
and I know I’m not a star just by standing on a stage

I really like this part, this is deep and somewhat sad.
I enjoyed this