i can write crappily too

May 31, 2007 12:35

Horrendously bad poetry I wrote at school.

antidepressant
a relapse in taste;
quite refine.
what will it then become,
especially of me?
who are they,
judges of poor quality,
who do so out of indirect revenge?

i am but with the sick and the ill,
meant to scavenger across life,
colored vermin pouring into my mouth
for my "well being".
only with hope they do not see
can i once again find such a peace
with lack of a doctor's touch.

robot
it's wound up smoothly
on its back. a little trinket of
a creation from them. holds
no heart from which it may stand,
gracefully,

it moves stiff.

unrequited
like a fall
on from the staircase
with an ease it is to the mind
is this soft whisper
beyond my control.
the splash of rude
has fallen deep
yet the fools claim the prize.
i am the fool
who knows better,
but will always take that fall
blissfully.
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