Bruised (2/11/1998) Immense red and blue bruised her see her tears fall like liquid satin down velvet skin Notes: This particular atrocity is brought to you by a magnetic poetry set.
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Diamond isn't Forever, Opal is Always There (2/9/1998) The ring on her third finger was to proclaim his love Why couldn't he just send a bouquet of overpriced long stems and cheap wine? Notes: This was in response to a friend getting engaged at 16 (she was pregnant).
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Death's Bleak Foreshadow (2/9/1998) The whisper of wind through the barren trees reminds me of death The shadow washed over me in a dream last night when I was taken away to tomorrow and happiness was sorrow like flowers on my grave the sweet scent of roses washed the pain away and I woke to … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Broken Promises (2/5/1998) Broken promised swept under the rug along with dust bunnies and things we've heard of laughter used to be the best medicine and cure but after the sickness I became a cynic there is no cure no help for anyone else it's all related to something else I hadn't heard of yet … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Untitled Hard to believe I was once naive now I'm a cynic trapped inside this body that is the wring size I am inferior to myself that is why my bones are hollow and I spend hours inside my head Notes: Judging by the fact that this was typed, I'd say it was written in late … Continue reading Bad Poetry Wednesday
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I found out through Facebook recently that an ex-boyfriend who I haven't spoken to in about 13 years got married. I'm super happy for him. Coincidentally, today's bad poem was written shortly after our breakup. Fading Memory I cannot remember the last word I spoke on the day my heart left the earth I … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Untitled (2/11/1998) Instead of lighting up a room when you walk in it grows cold and the chills numb me and I forget'what it feels like to be your friend but that is virtually impossible because I never really was you friend Notes: The line breaks in this are killing me. Also, I have … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Bad Poetry Friday
Brand New Khakis (2/11/1998) Size two conforming to my legs reminding me of my childhood when everyday was sunny My sunshine is tan cotton Until I fade away
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Untitled, c. 1998 You treat me like a queen I act senseless and mean You laugh at my jokes I long for a smoke You write me love letters, inscribing your desires I stand back and set your words on fire Notes: This terrible poem can actually be found in the first draft of my current … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Untitled (date unknown) Why can't I get over you you're a thorn in my side- the pebble in my shoe I'm dwelling in melancholy listening to sad songs plotting my revenge Notes: I really wish I knew when this was from so I could figure which high school boyfriend this was about.
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