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Mark Wilson
Sep 23, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Good for nothing. (Poem) Copyright 2009 By Mark Wilson

All these random thoughts have got to be good for something.

I hate to think my thoughts are good for nothing.

So it seems, reality is having it's way.

Mixed emotions are filtered through my head everyday.

Searching for something where there is no better way.

There is no future, or way out, yet I choose to behave.

I'm usually a mess, I mean what can I really say?

My thoughts are as random as the rain, I don't care what weather men say.

I'm not sure if it's Poetry, I'm not sure if it's Art.

All I know is without it I'll probably fall apart.

What do you know about passion?

What do you know about pride?

You just run away with your tail between your legs and hide.

Isn't it funny people can't see past their own two eyes?

Everyone is wrapped up in all the things they despise.

— Mark Wilson, Sep 23, 2009

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loved

16 years 8 months ago

love

Loves the word Loves the word The world over we’ve heard But what is love None really can say. What games lovers do play? What happens? When two loved ones meet some day Are surprised of their imagination That they thought of other some way When two lovers find That deception was their lot Oh my I forgot, Those lovers on the internet One must not trust. Yet the youth of today Never say and Yes often they do betray Also they do fall prey. So my loved ones Convert your love into Infatuation and in imagination Only love as a fantasy Love do display If you want to share In real earnest First your love To your prospective lover display Then only on the internet Love accept or else You would have Lost my bet
loved

loved

16 years 8 months ago

my eyes

My lovely eyes If you can stare into mine eyes For a few moments only You will never like To see in another persons’ eyes My eyes mesmerise With it make people rise Read my poem Ere it does rise It wasn’t there What a glaring surprise Seeing your eyes Now I can say Arise and I bet You will not only arise But make others’ rise
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 8 months ago

Mark...

I liked your poem... thought it could have been delivered better without some of the easy rhyming scheme, but all in all it was good. I'm not sure if it's Poetry, I'm not sure if it's Art, All I know is without it, I'll probably fall apart. I love what you are saying here, felt it could have been said a little better though, smoother, tighter. Richard