The first poem I’ve written in a long time… Not particularly satisfied with it, but it brings back fond memories of writing poetry at one in the morning…
I wish I could write about the wonders of the world,
With that beauty held by the poets of old,
And the stories of millions, never been told,
That intellect, which we’ll forever behold!
And we know that they’re worth more than gold…
But still it is gold that those men all turn to,
Poisoning, rotting, decaying with greed,
Confusing their wants with their simple needs,
Mixing up words: to “survive” and “succeed”,
For wealth, they’d commit any awful misdeed.
But, I wish I could write about the wonders of the world,
Just like those poets in simpler times,
But alas, the world is not so sublime.
And why can’t I write as they did at their prime?
Because now every wonder that remains… is a crime.
And not, as I had thought, for lack of competence.
Thanks. 
I haven’t really been feeling my most recent stuff is quite up to par, though – and most of my old poems were good at the time, because I’d just started writing, but compared to what I feel I should be capable of now now, they’re not good enough.
This poem was meant to be about how I wanted to write beautifully, but just couldn’t find the words, therefore I hoped to fix that fact by writing about it. But, as with most things I write, it went a bit off course… I should learn to stop trying to rhyme everything. Although I suppose it somehow unmasked what was in my subconscious, by writing about what’s in the deepest recesses of my thoughts, rather than what I can see at the forefront of my mind.
I’ll look through all of my stuff and see if anything’s reasonable enough to put up. Yesterday I was looking through my folder and I realised just how many I’ve written… It may take a while. xD
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