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
Untitled (2/16/2000) You remember me from my wilder days when I danced all night on tables and laughed really loud You remember my nose ring, camouflaged shorts and the daisies in my hair You remember me as independent self-assured and happy but that was before the depression the countless hours spent hunched over a toilet … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Not Even the Rain (c. 2000?)* *In which I blatantly rip off Jewel songs It's days like these that remind me of you I read Barry like we used to do laughing at how insensitive he could be I can almost feel your arms around me sitting on the front porch with our herbal tea … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled (6/11/00) I wish I could waste away again to be be size zero have my ribs poke through my skin feel the plane of my belly the mountains of my hip bones to be tiny and fragile I wish I didn't carry around the weight of the world and hate myself everytime I looked … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mistake (c. 1997?) Wildflowers bring back floral memories of the mountains when I was 16 and naive oblivious to everyone but him How sweet it was falling like the morning rain on the roof that tingling sensation of love too often we fall for things we can't have too often we need what we don't … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Words Like Stones c. 2/16/1998 You bruised me with your words attacking my innermost affections my reaction to your abuse was the turn of my cheek I am humbled by creation I have innovation and I want to be whole You stare at me hard envisioning a fight I just take a deep breath and … 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
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