#6
Crappy Poetry
a way to waste my time
here
five hours a day
of Economics
in the summer
the room is cold
and I'm asleep
practically
and I don't remember enough song lyrics
to mindlessly jot them down
to save my mind a minute of boredom
so I shall create
create crap
but I'm still creating
and it don't amount to much
just a waste of time
thank god
#7
she got sick
never gets better
burden.
disappointment
time. stopped.
#8
my life consists of facebook statuses
an update of anything I deem important
open to the entire world
if I have no secrets
nothing can be held against me
makes life easier
#9
we are not a family
we're boarders
in one house
tolerable
kind
but separate
Jimmy should move ou
Emma should move on
If I had the money
I would own my own apartment
where I could live
where Emma and I could live
separate from those adults we call
"parental units"
who are mere stand-ins for what they should be
I'm mature for my age.
let me own an apartment.
let me move out.
or go to college already.
#10
I'm changing the format of this poem solely for the reason that it seems like I'm taking notes as opposed to writing more of my crappy poetry. Eve says there is (almost) no such thing as bad poetry. I disagree. It's really just word vomit. like a journal entry filled with emotions without the screaming and yelling. This writing might be even worse than just talking about it. I'm feeling the pressure. It feels bottled up.
#11
I finished my test
rather early in fact
and I'm a little worried
because this isn't
my favorite class
nor am I good at it
and yet another packet was
handed to me
at least fifteen pages long
and there goes the rain forest
and the ink
and the electricity for the printer
what a waste.
tsk tsk tsk
#12
ow!
hand cramp.
#13
am i really worth it
is this really different
are we just hoping that things will
work in our favor?
who are we kidding
this is merely practical
and these feelings are temporary
like a pokemon tattoo
maybe it's just me
i don't do well with commitment
which is sad
because that's what I long for
I get scared
and I run
run far away
inside myself
but I come back
often
because I miss this
you?
the situation?
a need to feel wanted?
who knows
two weeks and I'll know
and I wait.
#14
53 years.
married.
for 53 years
that just doesn't happen anymore
marraige doesn't mean what it used to
divorce rates are up
and yet
there are more weddings
why can't it last a lifetime?
will it ever?
why can't we be faithful?
what has this world come to?
If i know I won't marry you,
doe this make it all a lie?
no.
because love can grow
and flourish
and if it doesn't
it was good while it lasted.
#15
I try to understand you
but I fail to understand your reasoning
you've limited your options
to you beliefs
while I respect your beliefs
I don't want you to miss out
he loves you
her cares about you
and you think it would be a lie
because he's not of your religion
are you serious?
take a leap of faith!
let yourself be happy
"god" won't say otherwise
i might have to disown you
and i'm sorry
i will never understand
i wish i could
but
you're just making this difficult for yourself
and it's difficult already
why add more obstacles?
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