Poem: Nirvana

Oh it’s all falling down
The world is offering no way out
But nirvana

Reaching for a phone
Pulling the handle of this locked door

Fear
Satan is here

I follow the instructions
Be careful around the... young ... and poor

1, 2
1, 2
1, 2, 3
beedop beedop
pazaw!

I’m scared
I’m a ghost, white in the face

Ah it’s falling down again
This lousy car
This lousy_stroke

You’d never find anyone like me out there,

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EugenieLaBorgia · F

Poem? Well, it's certainly not un-rhymed, iambic pentameter, for sure!

IndependentGuy · M

@EugenieLaBorgia There are no rules to poetry though :)

EugenieLaBorgia · F

@IndependentGuy I don't know who led you to believe that! It's rather like saying there exists no rules to music. Poetry is laced with rules - as is music - and the finest expressions of both are because of the way those rules are used, Wolff.

IndependentGuy · M

@EugenieLaBorgia Well, that is false in my belief

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