Brace yourself for bad poetry!!

[blue_lotus13]

Here are some lovely poems I wrote in high school. I reread a lot of what I wrote. Some of it isn't bad. However, some of it emits a stench that can probably be smelled on the eastern seaboard. I actually don't think the first poem is that bad, but the one about the penises made me laugh out loud. I must have been drunk when I wrote it. I never want to hear a penis whisper to me, not ever, thank you very much.


Death
Her mother refused to admit it,
but she knew she was dying.
She was starting to fade.
Her legs became long and gangly.
She knew that her legs would grow
until they snapped apart.
Her skin was full of ooze and craters
Werewolf fur covered her.
Sore bumps erupted
on her chest.
Life blood gushed from between her legs.
One day, when her body had finished it's
metamorphosis,
she looked in the mirror;
the child was dead.


blemish
why don't you
see the huge zit
on my face
it's staring right at you
expecting you to speak to it
you don't see the acne mountain
you're blinded by what i'm holding in the palm of my hand
you won't even notice when my zit retaliates
squirting pus into your eye


the emptiness after you left
since you've gone,
i keep on wishing for
something
to fill me up.

i want to block all my cavities.
i fill my ears with cotton,
i plug my nose,
shut my eyes.

i hold an apple in my mouth,
and because i'm too shy to admit it,
i don't think about my ass.

i dream about penises
that whisper love.

Comments

penises that whisper love

[wasabi-poptart.livejournal.com]

you can get a shot for that now, I understand

HA HA!

[kickarse.livejournal.com]

I think that last line has scarred me.

[lindaquelinda.livejournal.com]

i kind of cringe when i think about how my art/creative writing teacher and continuous friend read all of my crap poems in highschool and actually having to grade them (not that i turned in the extra angsty ones).

how could he stand reading all that stuff? yick. i hope there are way too many students for him to remember mine.