the_fool

Feb 17, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

amateur, uneducated poet

i am a pot-hole

for broken ankles

the words i print

are insane and meaningless

but flow from me they are

though, in a molasses thick trickle

mediocre, overthought

and underachieved

my handwriting is terrible

do you still read?

the girl i love won't write

the girl i love used to write

until she wrote

"do not reply to this"

i write her no more

and that

was that.

so...

i will pour my brain

upon these pages

until all that i am

is a book

that lives forever

like despots

and legends

who only have greatness

or glory

or infamy

long after their

miserable lives

ended

tragically

and unpoetically.

— the_fool, Feb 17, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Austin, TX, USA

Critiques

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Fool

keep writing some of the greatest poets through time were snubbed by the so called intellectuals of their time ... and most people dont remember there names lol ;) love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Fool

FIT ~! sorrrrrry for all the comments lol

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

poets meet in the happy

poets meet in the happy dumping grounds... like your work, but then again, I'm a crazy, easy fool. ~~~~a

magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Loved it fool

I can only say you get better every day. I loved it and keep on a writing wow and my aussie lady said it perfect!! Blessings Love, Mona "Determination Brings Success"

Orphani

16 years 3 months ago

Do you think there are choices for you? Writers write and thats all. Miracles dance in numbers we were born to count in the trash piles of abandoned heresies of reasoning that you alone were born to speak - stripped down freaks on the roadside of a world gone mad. The prophets were these imperfect men who dreamed the same dreams as you. Will you remove your hands and your heart? Will you lose your ears and grow def? Will you shut yourself up; or sharpen your arrows and stand aganst giants, and laugh out loud? Take your place along side your brothers and sisters here at Neo. You have earned that right to be called poet. You are one of us. Got a smoke? B

Mark

16 years 3 months ago

Why !

Why won't they move the fucking pothole? Mark "Do not ask me about poetry, I am just a poet"

the_fool

16 years 3 months ago

lol!! they did move it!

they complained about the flat tires, so it was moved to the sidewalk. after too many complaints about the ankles it sits in front of a computer. the guy that owns it is pissed.

Mark

16 years 3 months ago

LOOL

I'd open my dorfuspottymouth but hey I'm pizzed ! AND glad you shine.. Well, don't just stand there looking foolish dance and share that cig.. Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

The sun is shining and I see

The sun is shining and I see your poem in a new light! O what a mantilla of black laced-words to enter into worship...poets are cursed lovers never to end this thread that binds. ~A ~

xena465

16 years 3 months ago

I say… thank god for the

I say... thank god for the keyboard...I scribble when I write so much so, that even I can't read it sometimes. I prefer typing to writing...great poem and congrats on the spotlight...you deserve it. You've always had kind words to say to me. Rosina xena465

Mark

16 years 3 months ago

It is where I find rhythm

Without writing I would never find rhythm. What you say is very interesting, Rosina. One thing is for sure, unless it is on the screen I would not see all the mistakes I can find (usually many) Something about a pencil hmm like a surgeons knife yes? Glad it's only paper (:)=]-/\___ Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

Mark

16 years 3 months ago

ya can't win

Street, sidewalk, the back trail lol Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."