Dixie currently feels:

 Alone

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Blog Poem #1

I'm hiding my emotions from everyone,

I hide behind my fonts and smileys and fun.

The red arial, size twelve. Hides all,

Except the days when I sob, cry and bawl.

Those days are the days when I let everything flow,

I post photos of cuts and leave it all on show.

I'm shit at writing poetry, but everyone says I'm not,

I'm so bad I have to use rhyming dictionaries, a lot.

But poems just sound so wrong when they don't,

A rhyme on the end of each line, or flow it just won't.

I was just laid in bed, holding her under my chin,

She still has your scent, but its vigor is thin.

I hold her too close, my smell is now overpowering her,

But I don't think I can let go, I need to keep a hold of her soft brown fur.

My structure of syllables and prose is just fucked,

Try as I might, my talent's just cooked.

It'll never be whatever it once was,

I've turned it all against myself, because...

I don't even know the reason myself,

I took too much time over your shelf.

If it falls down then we'll all get a pain,

Right in the skull where it'll fall to blame.

Blame the one who didn't tighten the rivets enough,

A defective spanner, she didn't tug it so rough.   

Poetry is the worst form of expression in the world.

I don't think I'll try this again... My frustration is heard.