Making Me Not To Frown

by Spectacle of Serenity   Apr 27, 2015


Here I go again
in my hand is a pen
Stress and frustration,
Disappointment and vexation.

Writing them all down;
making me not to frown.

Got the paper here on my lap,
thing I couldn't say a crap,
Coldness strikes my bone
feeling like I'm all alone.

Slowly burning this down;
making me not to frown.

Let this pen and paper
make my mind get clearer
like a weapon I silently keep
to a good soil I can leap.

Things equal to a Queen's crown;
making me not to frown.
Poetry filling up this dead town;
now making me not to frown.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I really like this poem, it is sad but the I really love the layout and how it controls the reader, the first i've read from you and I like it :)

    If you don't mind a little critque....

    "On my hand is a pen" - Change "On" to "In" here it will read better.

    And my only other critque would be to say that for some readers/writers having a Capital Letter At the Begining Of Each Line can be distracting when reading, if you limit it to names of people and places and after a full stop/period it might help - obviously this is upto you just a suggestion :))

  • 9 years ago

    by Euphanasia

    I feel your pain, write on friend.

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