Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

I am no writer
I can’t even pick up a pencil
Without it snapping in two by itself
I can’t even type
Without making my board quake, then shatter
And all the paper in the world flees from me
Flies away
While my mind is twitching with eccentricity
*twitch twitch*
I am the world’s most unpleasant writer
And with the time it takes for me to write a page,
A war will begin and end and a new country shall arise
In the time it takes for me to edit my 10 page work of art,
I will have children and they will be off to college
In the time it takes for me to get my work sent in
Find a big enough envelope, stamp it, and send it
They will be administering last rights
The day they reply is the day I will die
So I will never know of my achievement
When the world gets their grubby little hands
On the grand work I never knew
Soon the population shall drop
Immensely
All the embalmers, stuffing their cadavers, will say
“Another work of Elizabeth has taken a life”
And the embalmer’s friend will reply
By bowing his head in shame
At the funeral on a bleak Monday noon
My children will go up and speak of me
In a very unpleasant way
“My mom was insane, my mom was mad,
However we are not liable for any payments due to eye damage
Due to the story that you or a loved one has read”
*twitches*
Hopefully one day I will out of my attic but until then I’ll…
I think that I’ll… I’ll…
(Please see asterisk)

*Falls over sobbing in a puddle of broken dreams and scented paper*

LOL HAHA this was HILARIOUS. I hope you don't even have a little thought that you are a bad writer though... but yeah this was really funny.

It was intended to be. IT IS THE TRUTH!!

My english teacher got a huge laugh out of it and I am glad you did too.... anyway... i could add a lot to it... i could take out a lot... hmm... I might just do that, seeing as to the fact I can. Bwahaha!

Cool poem Eliz, untrue though.

*smacks* Stop having low self-esteem about your writing!

That was really funny and good, in a not laugh out loud but kind of witty sort of way.

And all the paper in the world flees from me
Flies away
While my mind is twitching with eccentricity

I don't know what it is about those three lines, but I think the rhyming really bugged me.

The word seemed really dragged out and seemed a little too straining on the reader when it skipped from one syllable to three syllables to rhyme.

Other than that, it was really good.

*Brain Fizzes*
I know I was there when you wrote this, but I still find this very funny... I still don't get how the paper got away in the first place... was the window open or something? Or did your brother try to eat it?

both.

I seem to recall this....you told me on the phone, I doth recalleth.

And I love:

While my mind is twitching with eccentricity
*twitch twitch*

The only reason you love that line is because it reminds you of yourself.
You selfish brat!

I think that the first few lines of this poem are a self-fulfilling prophecy.

THIS WAS GREAT AND YOU ARE QUITE A WONDERFUL WRITER.

hehehehehehe I liked this poem. It was hilarious to me. I just re-read it for the first time in a long while and I was laughing so hard I nearly set my house on fire! Bad thing but... AHAHAHA!!!

cool, lol, i can totally relate to it. and i too love the twitching thing... so random.

This was great. I really liked it.