I'm annoyed with the way I drop pronouns to make the words fit the line.
I'm annoyed by the way the rythm is always the same.
I'm annoyed with this entire book, every line on every page.
I'm annoyed that I can't explain the way I feel.
I'm annoyed that it wouldn't help anyway.
I'm annoyed that I still try.
I'm annoyed with the word annoyed.
It's starting to look strange.
I'm annoyed with always writing about the same things.
I'm annoyed that I don't know what I want.
I'm annoyed with the way your hair falls in your face.
I'm annoyed by the way that makes me want you.
I'm annoyed that I have no one to talk to but myself.
I'm annoyed with everyone else.
I'm annoyed that you won't talk to me.
I'm annoyed that I care.
I'm annoyed that I wasted my time writing this.
Comments
1.8.2008 - not sure how this works
Posted by Anonymous
I guess I don't know if you'll see this comment--since you wrote this a long time ago--but maybe it emails you the comments?
I like this one.
I like the annoyed stuff. that is how I feel when I try to write expressively. It usually sounds the same and seems uncreative to me and I don't have the guts to show it to the public like you do.
but I like this one. It resonated with me.
artistry is frustration and release.