A Poem a Day Keeps the Ignorance Away « Read Less
This is my 365 project. I will be posting a photo everyday for 365 days. But it's really what's in the captions that count, the poetry. A poem a day. In this gallery is my original work, it will only be my poetry. I won't exactly be writing a poem one day and then posting it that same day. That's tricky. So I'll just post up poems that people haven't seen yet. Of course, I'll say when it was written.
-There are always little notes at the end of the poems.
-I wouldn't mind criticism or questions about the poems, at all.
-The titles of my poetry normally sum up what the poem is about. Sometimes not.
-I've come to notice that some of my poems are just rhyming rants.
-I've also come to notice that I use repetition in my poems.
-There are quite a few late days. >:(
-This whole project is mainly about the POETRY not the PICTURES.
-This whole gallery is enjoyable to literature nerds. ;D
Well, I can't think of anything else to write up here, so enjoy!
Started: January 1st, 2009
Ends: December 31st, 2009
[Day 273 - We Love Love.]
We Love Love
We go searching for love notes and love letters
In all the wrong places.
We go searching for priceless compliments
In all the wrong ways.
We go reinventing cliches and quotes
In the stupidest ways.
We can love love but we'll never be loved
For the craziest reasons.
We expect too much from shallow people
Because we're so naive.
We live our entire life with insatiability
Except on Thursdays.
We lie to ourselves and live in denial
Just because of cliches.
We go searching for shooting stars
Just to wish for some love.
-I was inspired by the people around me and a little bit of who I used to be.
-The whole "except on Thursdays" part is personal.
-Picture goes because of the title.
-Full Size.
-Extremely Late :(
5:35 PM
11/20/09
We go searching for love notes and love letters
In all the wrong places.
We go searching for priceless compliments
In all the wrong ways.
We go reinventing cliches and quotes
In the stupidest ways.
We can love love but we'll never be loved
For the craziest reasons.
We expect too much from shallow people
Because we're so naive.
We live our entire life with insatiability
Except on Thursdays.
We lie to ourselves and live in denial
Just because of cliches.
We go searching for shooting stars
Just to wish for some love.
-I was inspired by the people around me and a little bit of who I used to be.
-The whole "except on Thursdays" part is personal.
-Picture goes because of the title.
-Full Size.
-Extremely Late :(
5:35 PM
11/20/09













