I like to write whatever comes out of my mind. I'm gathering some of these for a new book - The Worst Poetry Ever Written. I classify these as absolute shit and will be updating intermittently. When I get to 100 I will self publish...
When Monday comes
I roll my eyes to the back of my head,
5 days of working
To pay the bills
And pay for bread.
The chore of Tuesday
Is like working with no end
The only way to get through it
Is to simply just pretend.
Wednesday arrives as your friend
Because its midweek
Poetry is universal
Poetry is eternal
Poetry is life beginning, which will meet you at the end.
Poetry is a journey
Poetry never pretends
Poetry is feelings of life - on the mend.
Poetry is language
Understood by few
On the road, ahead
Giving meaning to the weekend.
Poetry is life looking...
We hold the keys to the universe
Inside our minds
From a non-distant place
From a state that takes place
Right in front of our face.
It talks to us
It helps us
It shows us the way.
All the answers are lost through a gaze
When we seek a fortune that can never...
Wake up to the soul of your time
Bending thoughts through the puddle of this grime
Looking to a better place
Understanding life’s debate
While insinuating choice and fate
Trying to understand the design of this place.
I’ve tried to wake the world up from my shed
I’m sick of seeing people...
She stands naked
Brown sources pointing
Bubble bath blushing through the wet
Squirting water through the warm yellow pillowed sponge
Her bum bounces as she reaches over for the coconut conditioner
Oiled legs raised high on the cold white shelf
She reminds me to trim my beard as...
Slowly kissing her neck
She whispers sweet somethings
Beyond my fragmented intellect
Softly breathing her breath
Swallowing her sweat
Never to regret
As she watches my hands move around her upper breasts.
Her skin-tight jeans
Wrapped around her cheeks
Like an infested disease
Not letting her skin breath.
Unravel with ease
Revealing her slight legs
To be king for one day
To be looked upon as the public awaits
Decisions to be made
All to keep democracy in place.
A burden to carry
Subtle whispers to marry
Without too much emphasis
On the government to tell lords and barons.
Will my name be remembered for something great?
I couldn't imagine a poem that didn't rhyme
With all the combinations
Of all the collaborations
Awaiting to escape
When conversing with your mind.
Deliberately injecting words
That litter a page of this world
Before they unravel life
Back into to folds of a bloodied steak knife.
Tearing into the timeless white pages
Those red eyes
Followed me to this place
Reminding me of a distant past
Time, that won't connect to this moment of dance
Hunting me down
Those red eyes gaining on my suffocating breath.
Clocked in black
But can't get out
Those red eyes
Getting bigger with every...