bad poetry

Since I've had a bad day
and need message board cheer,
leave your "soul" at the door
and bad poetry here.

i have plenty of bad poetry but to pick just one ill post one that fits the day ive had today.

Lost

I just can't seem to understand
what you did to draw me in.
I close my eyes and see your face.
It haunts me in this hell I live in.
I can't escape your grasp,
no matter what I try to do.
I bury my thoughts in something else
but they always turn back to you.
All the things we've talked about,
they stay on my mind.
It drives me crazy that you're gone,
because you're all I wanted to find.
Some how I've screwed things up again.
I never seem to get things right.
And so it falls apart
because I can't control my fright.
I'm sorry if I caused you pain.
I didn't want to do so.
But that will never compare to the pain I feel
for having to let you go.

The message boards...
they call to me, always calling...
excuse me while i post...

just check out any republican board
seriously

ok, so i wrote this song once. it sucks.

i’m running around now high on decay
you’re the needle I can’t brush away
even memories cant stop the pain you give is
the salt in the wound that always forgives

chorus

i’m running strong on this december day
you’re my dear ingenue of crushing decay
im writing this knowing it’s been erased
by the idle emotion of this clouded face

chorus

so sorry there’s no need to push me out
my drug is now simply the numbing of doubt
im running strong on the love that left me
it’s the same one...

chorus

i’m the warning light that’s blinking off
the curious thought that’s quickly trailing off
the novel quote that can’t be carried
the poetic line in the shoebox buried


[Edited on Mar 19, 2003 by muteseh]

Paul_MuadDib said:

> ENJOY POETRY

i look to my reflection for insight and see nothing i can penetrate, nothing i dissect or compromise enough to where i can discern a direction, so i pull down socks and count toes, check for whats missing and what's been lost, take my tally on what i can count, compare that too the tally from the count i took last time around and it comes up short a soul and a mate but not a soulmate so i just need a new type of math to figure out what i am left with for the time being...bad poetry...

[Edited on Mar 19, 2003 by razor13]

Your lyrics remind me of Mystic Spiral...


Oh yeah, and they made my day.

yeah, well, i have no clue what that means
but ill assume bad and all, cuz, well, it's bad

They read good books, and quote, but never learn
a language other than the scream of rocket-burn
Our straighter talk is drowned but ironclad;
elections, money, empire, oil and Dad.

-- Andrew Motion
evidently this is the poet laureate of england and this is his version of an anti-war poem. Mostly it reminded me of:

Pointy Bird
Oh, pointy pointy
Anointy me
anoity nointy

or some such.