05-12-2014, 12:55 AM
Been browsing my older stuff and found this short one- it's basically just about writing poetry into the wee hours of the morning. Feedback appreciated- take it apart!
control - Version 3 (thanks to Todd and Erthona)
2:50 a.m.
the words come
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
of 2:51 a.m.
for giving me some semblance
of reign over the light
in the form of letters, but still
something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m.
the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
control -Version 2 (Thanks all for edits)
2:50 a.m.
the words just flow
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
of 2:52 a.m.
for giving me some semblance
of light
in the form of letters, perhaps
but still, something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m.
the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
control Original Version
2:50 a.m. and the words just flow
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
for giving me some semblance
of light
in the form of letters, perhaps
but still, something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m. and the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
control - Version 3 (thanks to Todd and Erthona)
2:50 a.m.
the words come
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
of 2:51 a.m.
for giving me some semblance
of reign over the light
in the form of letters, but still
something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m.
the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
control -Version 2 (Thanks all for edits)
2:50 a.m.
the words just flow
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
of 2:52 a.m.
for giving me some semblance
of light
in the form of letters, perhaps
but still, something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m.
the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
control Original Version
2:50 a.m. and the words just flow
crookedly, but at least they're there
and i bow down to the darkness
for giving me some semblance
of light
in the form of letters, perhaps
but still, something shines
at this time of the night
or the morning, the power
of being there when the numbers change
it feels like control
2:52 a.m. and the words just dance
and i am a puppeteer
Let's put Rowdy on top of the TV and see which one of us can throw a hat on him first. 
