forum Poem space for bad poets

Started November 23, 2023 by @FRANKtheTritoposaur group

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Him<3
I'm so in love
In love with him
I'm so happy to see him

I'm in love
Head over heels
He's just so perfect

He's perfect
All the time
So perfect

Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.

All the time.

Long days after

I want to write my poems
I want to get my feelings out

The guilt
And the grief
Balled up in my uterus

Like a baby of
Being fucked up
In the head

The emotions are black
Like venomous goop

Thick
Chunky
Slimy

I wish to figure out what causes them

I wish to get the emotions out.

It's not till
Several
Horrible
Gross
Long
Days
After

That I can begin
To look them
In the face

Numbness.

"I want this
I deserve this
I like this"

I say to him,
Like it's a bad poem,
When he tries to get me
To eat.

The numbness feels so good.
Pain
Pain
Pain

Then numb.

It's like death.
Nothingness
Truly neutral.

I tell him
That it feels good

Good.
Perfect.

It's what I want.

Numbness.
Death.

I want to be Nothing.
I want the woods to consume me

I want the woods to
Devour my body
Through mushrooms and moss

I want to become a decaying mess.

Than maybe
I finally
Won't
need
Numbness

Hate.

I hate myself
I hate how I cry too much.
I hate how I'm too happy.
I hate my hair.
I hate how I'm not that pretty.
I hate my style.
I hate how I care too much.
I hate how I try too much.
I hate how I feel too much.
I hate how much empathy I have.
And I hate how I'm just THERE.

But I hate when I'm not myself.
I hate when I don't cry.
I hate when I'm not happy enough.
I hate when I cut my hair.
I hate when I wear makeup.
I hate when I dress up.
I hate when I don't care at all.
I hate when I don't try at all.
I hate when I don't feel at all.
I hate when I'm not empathetic.
And I hate when in not THERE.

I hate how I can't make myself happy.
I hate myself.

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

Your my friend now. We are friends.

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

Your my friend now. We are friends.

yay :D

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

unpopular opinion

_{Josh Hutcherson is mid}

IM SORRY

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

unpopular opinion

_{Josh Hutcherson is mid}

IM SORRY

_{idc I think he's so hot}

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

unpopular opinion

_{Josh Hutcherson is mid}

IM SORRY

_{idc I think he's so hot}

lmao

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

You are so real for that

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

You are so real for that

Ik bbg

Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)

💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕

🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶

_{I'd blow his whistle}

I MEAN WHAT.

You are so real for that

Ik bbg

Clover go to sleep

or atleast go to sleep within the next 2 hours

NO

I'm neva Eva goin to sleep

it'll make me sad if you dont sleep

i'll confiscate ur penis confetti

Not my penis confetti :(

“Boys will be boys”
I wish we could stop
Stop longing for it
Stop longing for closure that this
Hell makes us want

This hell they make
Hoops to jump though
Latters to climb
And, for what?

Boys still catcall us
Our skirts are still too short
Our skin is still too provocative

“Boys will be boys” They say.
And they push our problems away
They close their eyes and send us on our way

We will not fall
We will not let our problems be brushed off
We deserve justice
We will not rest until we get it

“Boys will be boys” they say
We will be fighters then
For our pride

(IMMM SO EDGY. don't judge this one– I wrote it years ago. Litearlly 7th grade)

bad haiku dump

Laying on the porch
My bones are cold but my flesh is hot
The wind blows

Inside and tired
My puppy curls up on me
And naps.

The driveway is wet
Water seeping in through my socks
I wish i wore shoes.

Ode to Beetlejuice the musical.

The doors swing open, cold rushes in
With the people. I wait. Wait. Wait.
The waiting is like a hospital room
Wanting to know when the waiting is over.
Finally. The rope drops and
We rush inside.

The merch booth like a beautiful
emerald gem. Coveted. Desired.
People all around chatter and speak as
The line moves up.

Dorks and nerds alike
Get their things and move along
To the next booth. And the next.
And the next. We move with them.
The collection in our arms growing
Like the anticipation. Like the moon.

The theater is cold, cool. It smells
Like slightly damp moss. Misty. Mysterious.
Creepy music, fitting with the show,
Plays as projections dance aross the
Closed curtains.

We study the border
What looks like picture frames
Light up alternating between
Purple, white, and green.
Like a spinning wheel.
It can’t seem to make up its mind.

A loud crack fills the auditorium.
Silence. Darkness.
Focus on one thing only
The lights flicker around. Like beacons
Summoning our attrition. Telling us to put our phones
Away and live. To simply experience.

The curtains open.
A casket in the middle of the stage.
A chorus begins singing.
And I know I am home.
I know I am ready.