Filler

I don't write many poems, because they are always really crappy. And since the same goes for my blog, I thought I'd post a poem on it to keep my blog's trend going.

Dam It

Dam the waters of your heart's river to cease the emotional flow.
Keep your feelings to yourself; let no one else know.
Dam your mind's running stream so no thoughts get out.
Keep your secrets inside; don't spread them throughout.
Dam your past's creek and all the memories it would tell.
Keep something for yourself; what good is a dry well?

Retain your flow to remain a puddle, better yet a pond.
Don't give it all away; fall prey to the parasitic bond.
There are those who want what waters you possess; want to merge.
But better to resist that temptation; better to dam that urge.
Dam yourself completely so that you can keep it all in.
Who has to know all your virtue and vice; all your goodness and sin?

Preserve the lake of your self's form no matter how big or small.
Use what you can to dam it; whether sticks, stones, or brick wall.
Let your estuary's effluence cease altogether; or at least to a slow crawl.
So just dam it all up. Dam it all.



So yeah, poetry isn't my thing, but I've got quite a few short stories posted on a website that might be a bit better than my poems. Here's a link if you wanna check some of them out. http://www.writerscafe.org/MattPellegrini/

Personally, I'd recommend Bury The Hatchet, Extra Extra, Eat Shit, or The Flyer, but whatever.