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Plagiarism |
| Written by Brian W Callaghan | |
| Wednesday, 13 August 2008 | |
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I'm searching for, The perfect metaphor, The symbol to represent, How i feel, where I am, the place that I'm in, And how this never stops once it begins, And it all comes out so cliche, But I'm desperate, so I'll try them all out anyway,
I'm drowning, I'm dying, I'm choking on my words, I'm frozen, imprisoned, I'm stuck here under glass, I'm a leper, I'm water, I'm a walking cliche, A ghost, invisible, I'm nothing at all,
So I steal another rhythm, I steal another line, Nothing I write, can I truly call Mine, So I rob my heroes again, I steal from the stars, To try and dance, if at least for one night, with their muse,
I'm weak selfish and lazy, I don't know what I'm looking for, Inspiration, I suppose, It comes, it comes and it goes, My message is getting lost, It's not coming across at all.
**NOTE - I am sure some of you will not be into the rhyme scheme here (or in places, the lack thereof). As is the case with most of my poems, this is a song. It works with the music quite well. I like not rhyming. Rhyme is great, but sometimes can feel cheesey when forced. Feel free to crucify it if you think it sucks, though. I'm a big boy and can take some constructive criticism. Copyright 2008 Brian W Callaghan |
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