Poe-ums

*Maybe it goes without saying that I wrote this tongue-in-cheek. In fact, in reality, I feel dumb writing anything lol* <3 <3 [Verse] I've grown tired of these blanks between pages, The lines so short they feel forced into skinny spaces, I squeezed to fit for a bit, but maybe it's not where I belong, And my muse, can't sprawl out like men do, taking up all the room, You like doing that, don't you? Even behind the camera you're still the only one in view, The focus point, blurring everything and everyone until all that's left is, This obsessive, fixated woman who can't write a tune [Chorus] Maybe in the abundance of words, the effusive me, Will have clarity, to find the elusive you, In between the scribblings of a maniac, my sanity questionably intact, Is room to breathe and think and renew, What shall I do? So, I took those breaths and fueled up, Found my love, For the high-falutin', Not to be tooting (my own horn) But writing songs makes me feel so dumb, (so dumb), I now want to meander with candor, so I'm writing, Poe-ums Oh oh oh Poe-ums [Verse] Look how I can freely verse, rhymes such crude devices, When it comes to writing feelings it's just restrictive, Isn't it? Oh no, I hope I wasn't rhyming this, [Verse] The point is, now my depth of field can lengthen, I can hone and strengthen, these dulled senses, No more "intense eyes", and "sultry guys", I can write about pickles and how they wrinkle, Left in the brine, such a long time, (Forget guys) They've had their day, and I want to be classy, A real feminist poetry writing bad-assey, No more muses and no more structure, Just simple loquaciousness, yeah you get the gist, So bye to hyper-focus and hello to a new mess, [Chorus] Maybe in the abundance of words, the effusive me, Will have clarity, to give up the elusive you, In between the scribblings of a maniac, my sanity questionably intact, Is room to breathe and think and renew, What shall I do? So, I took those breaths and fueled up, Found my love, of the high-falutin', Although it seems a bit confusin' But writing songs makes me feel so dumb, (so dumb), I now want to meander with candor, so I'm writing, Poe-ums Oh oh oh Poe-ums [Bridge] Kinda feels like the same old song though, You want to attend a poetry reading with me? I'll try to pay attention, but probably won't, Because you're the best focal point I can see! [Chorus] Maybe in the abundance of words, the effusive me, Will have clarity, to find the elusive you, In between the scribblings of a maniac, my sanity questionably intact, Is room to breathe and think and renew, What shall I do? So, I took those breaths and fueled up, Found my love, for the high-falutin', Although it seems a bit confusin' But writing songs makes me feel so dumb, (so dumb) I now want to meander with candor, so I'm writing, Poe-ums Oh oh oh Poe-ums Um um mmhmm Copyright © 2025 ElizaBeth All rights reserved