Noel \ / (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cannonsense) wrote,@ 2008-09-16 16:14:00 |
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| Current location: | NE |
| Current mood: |  it's hard to be bad |
| Entry tags: | poem |
ENGL 253: Writing of Poetry: Bad Poetry
You know, it’s hard to intentionally write bad poetry. I did, however, give it a shot on Monday:
The air
It speaks
I say “Hello”
It rushes over me like a blanket of spiders
Due to my insecurities and consequences of love.
There is cold steel in my hand stained with
Black tears from my heart my heart.
My soul is like a balloon. But all the air
Is gone for tomorrow’s yesterday that never
Came today for you or me.
Silence. I see red flashes from your eyes of
Fire burning naked flames of love and sex
And dirty bingo.
Emptiness as my being is torn asunder from
Death’s mouth as unicorns comfort my
Loneliness in the eternal nothingness of night
Inside myself inside you together forever.
Rainbow. Hammer. Spit.
Loose change in the pockets of compassion.
