There's only two more days left in National Poetry Month. Make them count! 23 Sundays were for sleep Now the calendar is full of toddler playdates 24 Getting jealous thoughts when I read an amazing book is how I will fall 25 Drink coffee coffee coffee coffee drink coffee coffee coffee drink … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
9 Sometimes poetry sneaks up behind you and taps your shoulder 10 Sometimes poetry hides from your heart and the words slowly disappear 11 Sometimes poetry is a cat on a brown couch teasing a little dog 12 Sometimes poetry isn't anything at all beacuse your brain hurts 13 Haiku, I haven't forgotten you, even … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
April is National Poetry month. Inspired by the amazing Jason Reynolds I am writing a poem a day, though mostly haikus. These are the poems from April 1st-8th (1) April is for poems but I am not a poet This will surely suck (2) Haikus are just texts sent before there were cell phones poet … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Love c.? Love wasn't patient love wasn't kind love stuck a knife in this heart of mine love was jealous love was mean love swung his fist and shattered my dreams love didn't believe or endure or trust wihout love, I am dust
Briar Rose c. 1997? Briar Rose you never wake you hide in deep slumber and when your Prince Charming came you didn't even roll over. Sleeping Beauty your pills are a vice you take valium with vodka and ice amd dream pf darkness that washes like the sea You will never lose sleep … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Me c. June 1999 You cannot mold my body I am the shape of my ansectors I can bring any man to his knees I am still a child I wear my hair in a palm tree I still take naps I love adventures I am a woman I can dance until dawn drive fast in … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Wishes c.12-28-1998 9:35 p.m. I want him to look past the size of my breasts past the color and design of ,y panty line (or lack there of) I want him to see the girl behind the beautiful eyes and uneasy smile I want him to love me the way I imagined he would
Deadly Obsession Spring 1997 I promised you I'd quit but why am I back to it? Dying, crying, trying to stop but I can't. My fingers are forced down my throat I'm gagging and I start to choke on my sobs My skin is red I'm so dizzy I don't know what I said … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled 9/15/00 My crazy old lover my crazy lover talking to you today made my heart feel the same as it did we had our passion two summers ago You have a signifigant other why wasn't I signifigant enough to hold onto you? I will win you back, eventually My crazy lover Notes: I … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled (August 26, 2000) His intellegence makes me speachless His touch makes my knees jello Funny how he had me with a simple, "Hello." He transformed me from girl to goddess with insight on politics and religion How can I express myself to this Greek God, this Einstein when every time he looks at me … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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