poetry

Warning: My 6th grade poetry is quite possibly the worst. Safe (c. 1993) She's lost in a world of her own Lost in a world unknown She's spinning in her mind Her way she can't seem to find Where she is, no one knows She's now grown cold No expression on her face In the … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

* I feel like I should note that this is not about an actual one night stand but about a guy I met a Disney World when I was 16 and on a youth group retreat. I think the only action I got was sitting next to him on the Haunted Mansion ride. Untitled (1997) One … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Coffee Talk  c. 1997 We explained over espresso the problems of our youth how difficult life used to be before MTV but how we block out our apathy sometimes we cry proclaim we are saved with tears in our eyes yesterday I saw my skeleton hanging in my closet I was half dressed naked in my memories … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (c. 1997) What did Van Gogh know? He never really fell in love except for that whore he cut his ear off for I want something more than a one time fling I'd like to feel close to you I'm always on the outside looking in on your portrait. Notes: This is a blatant rip-off of a … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Happy late Thanksgiving! Before you try and work off your third slice of pumpkin pie with some Black Friday shopping,  here is another bad poem.   Untitled (c. 1997) What did Van Gogh know? He never really fell in love except for that whore he cut his ear off for I want something more than a one … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Another one written for a friend.   Hillary (7/29/00) Sipping mocha lattes on Broadway watching hippies, hipsters, and homeless men with our heavy hearts holding hands trying not to think about tomorrow next week next year holding onto each second wondering why we chose to walk this path all we know is that we're in … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Here's another one from college, complete with plagiarism! I know it's from college, probably my sophomore year, because it's a total rip off of Tegan and Sara's song My Number (featured below). I pretty much listened to that album, This Business of Art, nonstop in 2000. I'm surprised my roommate didn't murder me in my sleep. Untitled (12/15) If … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

I seem to have stumbled on several poems from my sophomore year in college. If it's possible, my poetry got worse the older I got. Untitled (8/27/00) When I met you I didn't look twice (ok maybe I did, I thought you were nice) but after a double take I realized my mistake Suddenly I … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday