Here’s a poem of sorts about how I can’t really sing. I’m thinking about putting it to music. Then I’ll really show you!
Category: Shit Poetry
I’m not the most confident when it comes to my creations. I have a habit of starting to “rhyme” whenever I hear a beat or when I probably should be listening to the actual lyrics of a song. Sometimes I have some random bit develop out of nowhere. Here’s where I’m going to share it. It’s not great. It doesn’t really show much regard for the rules; an English major would have a hard time not noticing something I’ve missed or overlooked.
Memory
As has been illustrated in scientific journals, such as this paper, our memory is fallible. What we believe we remember may be a reconstruction from the bits and pieces that we actually remember. It’s as if the story happened the last way it was remembered, not necessarily how it actually happened. Here’s something that I wrote.
On Your Feet
I wrote this one afternoon while sitting with my feet up on my girlfriend’s couch. It’s basically a poem about what’s on your feet.
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