I really don't mean to boast
But I know how to cook a french toast
With a savory sweet texture
Keeping me away from conjuncture
Yes it may be simple
Still it intricate my taste buds
How I'd crave when my day is awful
How one tear could make a flood
Ironic cause I'm saying
That I would cry with these thing
Cause I really don't know what's crying
Maybe I'm all out of tears, maybe I'm lying
Stupid cause this is how a bread would make me feel
I was just really annoyed with my writer's block
I just wanted to write something, for real
But maybe, I'm just trying to mock
I hope I'd end my life like the toast I made
Savory sweet, without a trace of bitterness
All these memories trying to fade
Or maybe I'm hoping for cleanliness
February, 2020
Y'all might be wondering what's this about, the poem is a bunch of nonsense written to make sense, it depicts my emotion and I'm just really annoyed 'cause I haven't wrote a poem for a while now.
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An Unfinished Book of Poem
PoetryThis is a book of poems made by yours truly. Since it's quarantine and I've been bored, even if I had my modules, I made some poems. This is literally my way to escape some problems so I'd appreciate if you read this. Thank you!
