The Book of Poems
written by Kiara N. Midgard
Poems created by the many fellow students you might know! If you'd like to submit a poem, please owl me.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Ode to Art
Chapter 5
Songs and books- the things that make me cry
The only things I forgive for making me cry
I don't forgive them yet I still go back
And each time, they'll tear your heart out, stomp on it and then shove it back in
And yet you always go back
You can't escape
Sometimes you ask yourself if you really want to
And whether you want to or not, you always don’t
You tell yourself that you like it, that this must be the beauty of it
And sometimes you wonder what would happen if you were to just throw it into the fire.
There are times where you almost will. Where you just almost throw it away because it becomes too much
But then you realise that you can't do it and you don't know why
Why? The question that keeps going through your head as you extinguish the flames before they do damage. You realise there is no answer. You're just... addicted
You can try to stop it but it's just too hard. It consumes you.
It takes up hours, days, weeks of your time and you no longer care
You've given up. Nothing else matters except that.
The world keeps spinning, but it seems to stop when you're busy with it
The only things I forgive for making me cry
I don't forgive them yet I still go back
And each time, they'll tear your heart out, stomp on it and then shove it back in
And yet you always go back
You can't escape
Sometimes you ask yourself if you really want to
And whether you want to or not, you always don’t
You tell yourself that you like it, that this must be the beauty of it
And sometimes you wonder what would happen if you were to just throw it into the fire.
There are times where you almost will. Where you just almost throw it away because it becomes too much
But then you realise that you can't do it and you don't know why
Why? The question that keeps going through your head as you extinguish the flames before they do damage. You realise there is no answer. You're just... addicted
You can try to stop it but it's just too hard. It consumes you.
It takes up hours, days, weeks of your time and you no longer care
You've given up. Nothing else matters except that.
The world keeps spinning, but it seems to stop when you're busy with it