I Write Bad Poetry Stories of Experiences

And in that moment the silence was broken The truth was crushed  The doubt overtook the hopeThe looks in your eyes all scream nothing but lies The soft ringing; dancing around the unsteady beats of my heartThe poison that draws...

Look towards the glittering jewels of the night sky, take in the promise & hope that lies within darkness.
There is a guarantee of acceptance within its embrace.
Obscurity caresses what light shields away, coos with a lullaby what...

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my cam flashes nd brings out pics just so so
my eyes blinks nd wt it takes is just great o o
everyone has an eye for beauty,
justifying everything my eyes take for beauty
is just a flaw of unbeauty

where's the flaw?
for u r good at...

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Thunderstruck
And with great fanfare
The night approaches
Waiting for us
To make our move

Sounds in the distance
But right here
Among us
The circle draws nearer

Chestnuts of knowledge
Need not be opened
Unto the great flood

Ducks...

If the trials and tribulations
Of a century ago ...

If water should be considered
In the same vein ...

If toys were to explode ...

If syrup was
Like vinegar ...

If vinegar was
Like syrup ...

If snakes were able
To swim forever...

Morning light washes over old blonde oak floors
From an open window... foot steps and conversations ...sounds of streets below...signal the
start of the day
The low hum of a turntable motor is heard, just as the first notes of
Kind of...

In a place I dont know
The sounds are so warm and timeless
A needle drops on an old piece of vinyl
A smile I have dreamed of
Candle light shows a red lipstick mark
on a second round of single malt scotch

Criticism like an egyptian scarab beetle old as time. Criticism is a venomous eight leg creeppy crawling creature that creeps up your lambs and attacks our mouth eyes and ears leaving victims to tears hurt feelings and fears.

“Hello” is such a simple question
It doesn’t require any thought at all
Just respond with “Hello” back

My heart is being pulled,
Like a Puppet on a String.
I go to Your page,
Your light is not Green.

My Boe Boe is not There.....

April is national poetry month.
Heck, even I wrote a poem...one-th.
Wordsworth, Yeats even Rumi I'm not,
But come July I will really be hot,
With non seguiturs I then will be dunth.

Early

........late

Tall.....

Short....

Funny....
............................boring
Sleepy......

...............drunk......

....sober......

...........................serious....................

Smiling......

...........such...

excuses to just
concentrate on syllables,
not meaning: haikus

Like
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
And then......
Space them like
This

Like a cluster that is meant to be
Deep
And
Ummmmm.... Etherial.
Ooooooh, how

Beeeyouteafull
Of yourself
They call it poetry
I call
It
CAW...

I lost some words along the way
Most were an attempt to capture my feelings about you
All failed miserably
but I still think about each one
...staring at a screen hoping they will come back

I have a secret deviantART account where I post all my bad poetry. It's delightful. Bad poetry is one of my guilty pleasures. I just let it spill out of me and post it on the internet for all to see, hiding behind my username and my...

The steady whir of a gentle mind

washing machine hums on by.

the yellow discern of spaced out Russian roulette,

shape, wink, color on

Distinguishment?

I'll have none of that, said the woman of the ryhthymic pats,

In and out to the...