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29 Aug 2013

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Do The Lessons Outnumber the Goodbyes?

How many goodbyes must there be?
Love always walking away from me
Leaving me standing

Alone
Broken

My heart shattered

Yearning for a man to speak kindnesses
Not lies
How many lessons must there be?

This was this week’s submission over at WordCloud Wednesdays. I was unable to come up with anything for the last couple of weeks, but this one seemed to flow easily. I guess you just never know when it’s going to come, or how. A couple of days ago, it felt like drudgery to write, but my bad poetry has seem to come easy the last couple of days.

Posted in Bad Poetry and tagged bad poetry, goodbyes, Lessons, lies, love leaves me standing, speak kindnesses

28 Aug 2013

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blow the fucking house down

brick by brick
with every harsh word
or raised hand
that’s how I built it up
concrete and reinforcing steel
with unkind comments and condescending names
that’s how I built it up

your compliments, your attentiveness
it chisels away at the mortar and brick
the way your eyes look at me, the way your hand seeks mine to hold
it jackhammers the foundation
you saying I am beautiful, that you don’t understand how someone hasn’t snatched me up before
makes the foundation crumble

careful, so careful
don’t let the foundation crumble
don’t let the walls collapse
run, gather supplies
shore up the walls, fortify your defenses
no one can be allowed in
once they are inside the walls can come down too quickly
leaving you exposed to the elements of love

little pig, little pig
let me in
fuck you, I said to the big, bad wolf

Photo Credit: tumbler.com

Posted in Bad Poetry and tagged bad poetry, buidling walls, compliments, hope, intimacy, poetry, protecting my heart, risks, walls

24 Jul 2013

One Night Stand

Photo Credit: Harvey Nichols Walk of Shame Christmas Cards http://www.mirror.co.uk

walk of shame
played the game
what’s your name
whose to blame
I need the fame
now don’t feel the same
I’m just some dame
walk of shame

*I have never been fond of verse that rhymes for some reason, but am quite aware this one does. It might also be considered a type of alliteration. Really, I don’t have to have a name for it, and don’t really know why I am explaining myself–I used it specifically for effect.

Posted in Bad Poetry and tagged bad poetry, meaningless sex or is it?, one night stand, poetry, sex, the pick-up artist, walk of shame, you didn't even ask for my number | Leave a comment

14 May 2013

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Zen & The Art of Asking for Directions

I attempt to find my Zen
At the bottom of a beer can
While reminding myself
That regardless of the chaos around me
I must learn to find some peace
I have searched high and low for it
Overturned furniture
Flipped mattresses
Dug holes in the yard
Tried to fuck a path to it
You elusive bitch
You are burrowed somewhere within me
I need directions to find you
Where did I put that fucking map?

Posted in Uncategorized and tagged all the answers are within you, bad poetry, elusive bitches & the horses they ride in on, maps & directions, seek peace within, Zen found at the bottom of a beer can

25 Apr 2013

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Tipton Terrors

I am going to grace you with another bit of bad poetry. You can thank Kira over at Wrestling Life, for the inspiration, due to her Wordle Wednesdays she recently started. It’s kind of fun, and gets the old brain box ticking, eyes searching to see what interesting words lie within the wordle, and what kind of bad poetry can be written from them! Enjoy, or just detest me for posting some more of this horrendous shit. Either way, Tipton is an actual, primarily Catholic town in Kansas. Freaky shit when it shows up in the wordle, huh?

Tipton,
another small,
constricted,
primarily Catholic,
Kansas town,

wheat waves,
accusing eyes,
words heard,
bowels constricted,
desperate reality,
avoid guiltily,

“Sir, . . . Sir. . the flight’s at the gate, you can depart the plane now.”

Posted in Bad Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged are you really from Kansas?, bad poetry, do you know Dorothy?, it's a town where, Wordle Wednesdays

05 Nov 2012