stalling my inevitable

sparticlesoupsparticlesoup Posts: 24
edited September 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
jam on i say to myself as i cram another book upon the crowded shelf
not fully read, but instead caught the gist before the drift drifts off in my head
not lost but tossed in the bin where retrieval depends on memory of my sin
committed not to recall but to stall my propensity to fumble the ball
into the hands of the opposition placing me in a precarious position
do i turn myself in or play on knowing probability favors not a win?
displace me with insecurity mirrors impurity the ore i adore it gives me time
to form a rhyme repulse the attack against what i lack i've built up a knack
the epitome of a cutting of slack i wear this like the flesh upon my back
causing the slouch of concern to spurn the upright dreams that forever burn
like a fire willing to face water i drown in the flames of my own games
and the blame i will tame for it's value is quite lame and the books i've skimmed
the ideas of men and women, and the when inks the pen again and again
spinning complexity into simplicity but really, a class war query
spelling out a foreign invader invited by self love
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    :thumbup:
    I like how you use internal rhymes in the lines. :D
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  • DangDangDangDang Posts: 1,551
    jam on i say to myself as i cram another book upon the crowded shelf
    not fully read, but instead caught the gist before the drift drifts off in my head
    not lost but tossed in the bin where retrieval depends on memory of my sin
    committed not to recall but to stall my propensity to fumble the ball
    into the hands of the opposition placing me in a precarious position
    do i turn myself in or play on knowing probability favors not a win?
    displace me with insecurity mirrors impurity the ore i adore it gives me time
    to form a rhyme repulse the attack against what i lack i've built up a knack
    the epitome of a cutting of slack i wear this like the flesh upon my back
    causing the slouch of concern to spurn the upright dreams that forever burn
    like a fire willing to face water i drown in the flames of my own games
    and the blame i will tame for it's value is quite lame and the books i've skimmed
    the ideas of men and women, and the when inks the pen again and again
    spinning complexity into simplicity but really, a class war query
    spelling out a foreign invader invited by self love

    Man, oh, what a stream. It seems that you may have cut on purpose & to make it neat & fit but could have went on and on and on....no
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