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

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

Bad Poetry Friday

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

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

Bad Poetry Friday

"A Hooker Returning to Her Corner" 2/17/1998 A long time goodbye happiness etched on a street corner wrapped around an empty soul to void the chill of deception rain on flesh rolling and fumbling sorrow is no longer sweet like honey seldom does she feel what she is being robbed of she once fell when … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (2/10/1998) Used to be "Life of the Party" laughing and drinking away the pain and now I'm sober and thinking what a waste my views changed a little deranged Now I'm a little depressed just call me compulsive and obsessed it ain't that bad just the best days I'd ever have   Notes: I … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Bad Poetry Friday

Skeleton Girl c. 1997 Skeleton girl by the pay phone who calls you? Is it your stung out lover? Is it your mother? It's not like you'll go very far except in the backseat of a car Skeleton girl by the pay phone The call's for you.   Notes: This sounds like I ripped off … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Bady Poetry Friday

Mike- 2nd Chance You had time to pull your shit together So why do you return to your asshole tendencies? Do you enjoy driving me back to beer and cigeettes? At least I know they'll always be there One of these days you'll wake up and realize I was the best thing ever to happen … Continue reading Bady Poetry Friday

Bad Poetry Friday

This whole poem is one giant WTF Mike #2 (2001)The biggest screw up I everscrewed once told mesomething I'd never understandoccasionally he's speak ofhis turbulent timesHell, we've all been theresome of us just keeprepeating the cyclemixing the whites with a pairof red socksand everything turns piss-colored pinkin those diluted momentsI contemplate returning to old habitsand bite … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday