I write shitty poetry as a hobby, and wanted to share it with you guys, and see what you have written.
Here I sit, on my bed,
With a descision to make.
Rope in one hand, pen in the other.
Or are they?
Are they one in the same?
Is reality blending together?
Supposed opposites bleeding into one another,
Or is it just me?
Am I not long for this world?
Or just Imagining things.
Maybe this isn't a descision, after all.
Just two paths going to the same place.
keep trying. no offense but that was bad, but still, you're doing more than most people on this board.
please write every day, and keep posting. i am positive that eventually your writing will improve and impress even the most cynical/critical types.
I hate niggers
I hate Jews
I hate Spics
and Arabs too.
Go ahead and try to sue.
I got money up the Wazoo
also, read a lot of poetry, if poetry is actually something you care about. i have lots of recommendations, if you're interested....
Your poetry is shit and plain. Also you're trying to ryme like a nigger.
Move aside I'll show you real poetry.
One night all full of perfumes, whispers and music of wings.
One night where in the nuptial, humid shadow, the fireflied flamed.
Beside me, slowly.
Mute and pale.
As if a presentiment of infinite biterness
Agitated even the most profound of your fibers.