#badpoetry

mistakes were made i'm afraid no need for blame it'll end all the same digital voyeurs -- turn on, tune in, drop out millionaire dreams and backlit screens gigabyte habits and bandwidth fiends boomers

Hey! I had to do some errands today, throwing unneeded stuff away, and to the recycling center. However, I managed to catch a cool sunset this Evening. If it weren't for Miro, I would probably have missed

In the sky a ball of fire Across the sea my hearts desire Patiently for you I wait The paths we walk are rarely straight Steepshot IPFS IOS Android Web

Take my hand. No, don't, I'll leave you here. I won't mean to, but I will. I can't save you if you can't save yourself. You can't depend on me, I can't stop you from drowning. I'll only push you in deeper,

Well, to be honest I don't feel. The urgency to twist and turn and run. Chasing dreams made of meals. Leaving dreams I keep in the urn. And, It's too late to rattle the bones. of peaceful closet skeletons.

An edge lord once said to you. I hate my life and want to die. In awe you thought is this emo for real? or truly drawn by death's lullaby? Dogs that bite don't bark too much. Those that bark want you to

Sweety sweet sweet twisted brain of mine. What new hell did you conjure up this time? Is it an idea, the game changing type? Does it solves the problems you so have? Epic-ly depressed at other end of the

One night she calls. check out the balls. after years of shit storm, abuse and mind games. took you years to conjure excuses so lame? I followed my heart through darkest corners of my life, Caverns of

Are there tunes in fumes? When your faith is herald of death. Are you man enough to stand? When your friend will not pretend. Will you try or sigh? When your lover faintly blubber. Can you go with the

How much money is one good day? Have you seen how much the rich pay? Tight suits and tie chucked to bed. a gold digger smiles conning up trades. a "friend" surveys your health over phone. you

Drunk but I'm not seeing double I wish my smartphone had a muzzle. Lock screen is a measly puzzle. That's it there's no more hurdle. is texting your ex the worst decision? Try forming thoughts with precision;

Here you are again in hopes of redemption. begging with a fake smile. worried eyes. scrunched. Dare you can; in spite of pretension. Brave strides of shallow words. that damn fake smile. slumped. There

Look at me I am quite a sight Free booze Makes my head light I've seen this PSA it was at school I know only the parts cuz paying attention is not cool is this a car? under the sea? Spongebob lives there

Well well @sasquatch, you got a turkey roast but I'm the host with the most bringing apple sauce. That's right, laying sick lines in syncopated time like a sick dog tied to a log floating in a river...

Can't even get posting right. At @artwatch I hand you the crown, I'm a clown wearing a frown, already sad not to see you aroun'. Sure your making something epic right now.

It's fun to go back a decade or so and laugh at ourselves and our bad art and bad poetry. To be fair I had reasons for my angst. I was dealing with really serious life-long abuse but Jesus Christ adolescent

this poem is shit although it seems fit to be in this category my language brings glory and perpetual happiness.

United, we can be shittier than any one of us alone. The abortion below is a shout-out to all you people who have years of experience with the deep meaningfulness of office culture. My condolences.

We need to get this badpoetry tag going. Here's another one - prepare for the worst. A Modest Confession I am slightly passive-aggressive today, I think. It is not about what you said Thursday around 7:00

I would like to spread your initiative and savor your proactive approach though I do not have an action plan. Just a hard, firm deadline for you to evaluate and some unusually soft skills.