Today I gave life to a creature that lives
With no preconditions it already gives
Genetically perfect it’s perfectly fine
Birthed with a copyright making it mine
A poem of my own that I vow to protect
Devotion I give for the pride I collect
This may be my latest, but won’t be my last
A glimpse of my future that hints of my past
Creatively prideful it takes after me
Aggressively modest, it likely will be
Loaded with passion, unburdened by guilt
Carefully formed through a structure I built
It shares my opinions without holding back
Helps carry the baggage I need to unpack
Protecting my virtue no matter the cost
The perfect companion whenever I’m lost
I struggle each night getting ready for bed
It’s constantly hungry and wants to be fed
So loud and obnoxious, this lovable “bleep”
Congrats, it’s a Poem, now I’m going to sleep
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
love the line: This may be my latest, but won’t be my last. It has a great lingo to it.
It read like a timeless song. Brilliant.
I looooooovvvvvvveeeeed this! What a surprise!