This poem is ridiculously short. Untitled 2/11/1998 The cracks on the wall distract me from the memory of sadness My life was complete when I cried happy tears Notes: WTF is up with line breaks?
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Brian's Portrait (c. 1998) If I had to paint your face My fingertips would be the brushes I'd start with your jawline with four-o-clock shadow And move to the arc of your smile Trace soft lips stretching upward I would not forget your dimples Your strong nose That has been broken countless times Or your … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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In honor of National Bad Poetry Day, here is a gem of mine from 1999. Remembering (c. 1999) This was actually published in my high school literary journal. Looking back through the looking glass my reflection reminds me of my naivete but all was lost when I fell from the sky drunk on love high … Continue reading National Bad Poetry Day
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10/27/98 Inspired by my drunkenness not what I drank, more like the way you looked at me my toothy grin reflecting the beating of my heart And you: in your semi-conscious state told me I must be a movie star I just laughed and took another sip I am filled by the taste of your … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Bad Poetry Friday
Nothin' at All She treats her body like dirt Trying to gain control of the hurt Nothing goes in or even comes out You can only recognize her by her pout Using her body to gain control, while losing it to chase something she can't hold Her waist has dropped from okay to small The … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Bad Poetry Friday
Own Little World c 1994 In her own little world she is safe and secure Nothing bad could ever hurt her She dreams and thinks and lives in her mind Memories and laughter forever after entwine She doesn't eat or sleep or [lay and doesn't see that her body is wasting away Until she … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Help c 1993 Help, I've fallen for you Jesus, this love can't be true I can't be doing this but I want your sweet kiss Your You're just a bad boy and I'm teacher's pet but I felt the sparks fly when we first met. Notes: I can't stop laughing at this.
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Untitled c. 1994 Mama told me I had what it took Daddy said I'd break hearts They were certain I'd be alright I guess their expectations played the part I grey up but never was happy my soul was black and blue Like my body it was beaten for a love that wasn't true … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled c. 1994 What's it like to fall in love to feel and touch what we think is real What's it like to find someone special to know that they are truly the one What's it like to lose someone you care about to know that you can never see them again … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Makes No Sense c. 1994 There is no warmth in a cold man's heart there is no life after we part Eternity could end tomorrow or the day after We could all end our lives in tears or laughter Our last breath could be poison our last look a crime they look me up … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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