too damn sloppy
Say it loud, say it proud
too damn sloppy
just too messy
all that emotion
flowing through
blood, sweat and tears
seeping into my soul
as my heart and brain
explode
with all that damn
passion and gusty determination
that damn arrogance
outside the box ideas
where is the box?
who said anything about a box?
excuse me, excuse me
help, help, we have a problem
we have a box missing on aisle 15
if you find it, somewhere, anywhere
please dispose of it
immediately
with gratuitous
self-pleasuring
destruction
blow the damn box
out of existence
all that unpolished
knowledge, divergence
a gift from me to you
your best friend, lover
mother, father, sister
brother, latest crush
take it, treasure it
bury it in the garden
for all I bloody care
all...the damn
fury and the fire
linguistic funeral pyre
too damn human
caffeinated and flawed
emotional and impulsive
to be anything close to AI
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Just a response. Just a thought. Just an inspired and biting piece to remind anyone who puts their own heart and soul into their art that it still matters.
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Comments (12)
Wow! Especially loved: ‘ where is the box? who said anything about a box? excuse me, excuse me help, help, we have a problem we have a box missing on aisle 15’✅
Whoa.. Also..“where is the box?” 😄 Good point!
Screw the box! Boxes are for cats. Another fine piece, Paul.
Ah you’ve crafted this beautifully. Very deep and meaningful, but still got that humorous as hell Paul Stewart touch to it
Sir Paul, you are on fiyahhhhhhh!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
This is just awesome, Paul! Gave me the 'feels'. Great job!
I feel it, especially after ever challenge. You did a wonderful job of describing the emotional turmoil within
Slam it Paul! 🤛
You really are on fire lately. The rhythm and voice in this are astounding. The passion is just bursting out of this one. Wonderful poem!
Burning fire trying to get out... Absolutely love all the passion and emotion! Amazing work, Paul!
This reads like your insides are on fire, Paul. You certainly burn brightly enough to attract lots of Vocal moths to your light!
Wow Paul. This is creative, emotional, and bumps across my soul