Well, at least I usually don't. I don't think I'm very poetic or very good at them. I like free verse. I hate structure and being told what to do. But sometimes I come up with a cheesy rhyme when I'm not really trying. Today I did manage to think of one, though.
(no title)
Would you let me sing
in order to bring
an end to everything, dear?
All of the pain
that constantly strains
upon your heart, dear?
Yet, 'tween all the rain
waits something to gain;
can you see--it's me, dear?
>_> Well, it's um... not too specific I guess. *shrug* I mean I think anyone could relate to it somewhat and it's sorta original, I think. I don't know, too many things are already done and copyrighted and blah blah blah. So, meh... I don't even understand why I sound so... gloomy? Whiny? Bah... Poems are dumb. And I can't even get myself to write stories much because they often end up angst-ridden, crazy sex pieces. Or something. I guess I should expect this from never being laid, ehhh. *shrug*
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