This is probably the craziest poem I've ever written in terms of meter and consistency. There's hardly any symmetry in the rhyme, number of lines, or anthing esle for that matter though. I like the beat, and was experimenting with something different form my blog standard, monotonous poetry, so I thought I'd be original for a change. Plus I was pissed when I wrote this! 
Tell me what you think!
EDIT: Oops, I posted this on the wrong forum by mistake, should be Showcase. I'm sorry, my bad.
Tell me what you think!
Quote:
Hammer on the floor
What to do with you?
What to break?
What to make?
Meld and mend
Or tear and bend?
Will you build my dreams for me?
Or tear my very sanity?
I pick it up
It’s in my hands
I feel the power rush
With every stroke and brush
Its brazen steel
Gives me strength
And gives me zeal.
The world is mine.
With every blow
Soon I know
What makes good work.
Push and pound
Then cracking sound
It’s all undone
Fallen from my grip!
Power spent!
Nail bent!
Shattered wood!
Where I stood!
And now I fall!
Hammer on the floor?
Will you drive no more?
Laying there
I cannot bear
This sight, my flaw
Beating in my heart
You remain
Breaking every pane of glass
In my shattered brain
Its fallen to the ground
From your mighty pound
And lies beside you now
Without sound.
But to use no more?
Is that right?
Is that good?
Should I end when I err
Or only end when task is done?
And not before?
My mind is sure
I’ve sealed my fate
And though it won’t be pure
It will be built
Without guilt
Or fear too great
Lest I lose my vision
To create.
Hammer on the floor
What to do with you?
What to break?
What to make?
Meld and mend
Or tear and bend?
I will build my dreams with you!
And never cease until I do!
What to do with you?
What to break?
What to make?
Meld and mend
Or tear and bend?
Will you build my dreams for me?
Or tear my very sanity?
I pick it up
It’s in my hands
I feel the power rush
With every stroke and brush
Its brazen steel
Gives me strength
And gives me zeal.
The world is mine.
With every blow
Soon I know
What makes good work.
Push and pound
Then cracking sound
It’s all undone
Fallen from my grip!
Power spent!
Nail bent!
Shattered wood!
Where I stood!
And now I fall!
Hammer on the floor?
Will you drive no more?
Laying there
I cannot bear
This sight, my flaw
Beating in my heart
You remain
Breaking every pane of glass
In my shattered brain
Its fallen to the ground
From your mighty pound
And lies beside you now
Without sound.
But to use no more?
Is that right?
Is that good?
Should I end when I err
Or only end when task is done?
And not before?
My mind is sure
I’ve sealed my fate
And though it won’t be pure
It will be built
Without guilt
Or fear too great
Lest I lose my vision
To create.
Hammer on the floor
What to do with you?
What to break?
What to make?
Meld and mend
Or tear and bend?
I will build my dreams with you!
And never cease until I do!
EDIT: Oops, I posted this on the wrong forum by mistake, should be Showcase. I'm sorry, my bad.
