Poet's Balcony Window

[Sir Auric]

Sitting still, I sip my coffee...
Waiting...

Daybreak is approaching, yet, I remain idle...
Watching...

I look out of my window at the city,
Loathing...

My hand is cramped from writing, blast it!
Thinking...

I stretch my legs and prepare for my fury...
Cursing...

I hate this city and its people.
They all lie and live in dreams.
Heretics and vile liars...

I denounce their fallacies.

I wish the worst to all the fools.
I pretend to care.
That's all...

[*Lady Macbeth*]

Sitting still, I sip my coffee...
Waiting...

Daybreak is approaching, yet, I remain idle...
Watching...

I look out of my window at the city,
Loathing...

My hand is cramped from writing, blast it!
Thinking...

I stretch my legs and prepare for my fury...
Cursing...

Some parts of this section are really good.
However, I stopped reading as soon as you said 'I hate'.

[psychoDiablo]

and you my friend. are a fool.

this was a good poem. well written. flowed, functioned.

you're a fool. you know this.

[Sir Auric]

Some parts of this section are really good.
However, I stopped reading as soon as you said 'I hate'.

Okay...how about "loathe?"


and you my friend. are a fool.

this was a good poem. well written. flowed, functioned.

you're a fool. you know this.

Thanks, man.

[psychoDiablo]

i dont remember why i called you a fool there.