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...
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?
The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.
Spectrums of colour await
Films and events,
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.
The future and past
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of...
Gazing a stare to the man who sold the world
I realised then, my soul was already sold to the universe
A place where the future is already told
To a being who drinks the spirits of children who already know.
We think we are free
We are all just trying to get along
Working out the title of a new verse
Turning life into one final song.
Greeting faces with smiles
Offering a hand
Remembering the time when you had a little plan.
In with the old to replace the new
Some folk prefer the reverse
Many famous Mathematicians and Physicists have spoken about the Aether or ether at great length. The aether is a transmission medium for the propagation of electromagnetic or gravitational forces. The best way to describe the aether would be to say "the empty space above our...
Consciousness brings inception to your existence
Delivering experiences from choices or fate from a distance
The present fails to exists
Writing words to fit the bill
Of a title, pulling minds in at will.
Design for quarrel
To accept contention of moral.
Defining oral pleasures from words of dynamic thrills