Untitled (July 1999) These are still about that same boy. You can also read a flash fiction short story loosely based on the breakup on Figment.com. I miss my lover my crazy, crazy lover who can seduce me with his smile I don't mind parked cars in empty lots or making love only in … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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Bruised Words (c. 2/10/1998) Drink your coffee like you're the last man on earth smoke your cigarettes like you're giving birth nicotine and coffee destroy you slowly and I turn on the TV to another scandal beating in the street can't drown you out yelling obscenities at my heart Notes: There are so many things … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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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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Untitled (July 1999) It was a rainy Monday when you told me the news I was hurt I was confused :Things aren't working out" I said, "Is there someone else?" You didn't answer just looked away Funny how I knew the truth anyway I must have been blind I must have been deaf I didn't … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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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
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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
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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
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