I decided to try writing in a bit of a different way and hope this attempt was still entertaining. I, actually, am also wondering if some of you guys may want to see this become a piece of music and, if so, I will try to post it for you guys to hear. Bye Bye!
Twisted iron ends,
Stabbed through worn material,
Keeping it intact to mend,
The cracking ethereal.
A dead weight,
Floating undisturbed in water,
Swirls of pink are it's playmate,
As it'll titter totter.
Maybe an eye is glanced,
But the project is left lonely.
The motive that held entranced,
Now left to the creator only.
Paradoxes of color,
Bringing life to a dying piece.
Hardly worth a dollar,
After the time wasted on it obese.
Some projects don't finish,
So they are left unimproved,
They collect dust and diminish,
Seeing looks not short of disapproved.
Objects shown thought,
Until being bored with it meaning,
Maybe disgusted with a knot,
The beginning causing weaning.
The result wanted,
Different from what is in grasp.
Has it become daunting?
Will anyone bother to rasp?
Left silence is so loud,
Proved touch is unwanted.
Pushed to the side instead of talked aloud,
Thoughts become haunted.
Paradoxes of color,
Bringing life to a dying piece.
Hardly worth a dollar,
After the time wasted on it obese.
The seams are undone,
And to finish is tiring.
This was once fun,
But has become uninspiring.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughtful Rhymes
ŞiirThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
