A collection of unpoetic poetry that I've scribbled these last few months. Forgive the horrid writing. It's a little different when you're uninspired.
Senseless phrases black and blue,why are they all about you?Crumpled pieces on the floorwatch me burn them at your door.. . . . .Faint moon, like ahazy balloonBlue night, I'mafraid of flight.. . . . .I walk through lifelike the air that moves around.Invisible. Colorless.A substance unknown.. . . . .I need an applefor which my eye will bore throughMy heart is full of lovewithout an object to give it to.. . . . .We're two loaves of breadtoasted togethersmothered with buttersprinkled with sugargarnished with pickleshugging sardinesor bacon, lettuceand tomato,eggs and baconor simply cheese.whatever's in betweenwe're culinary heaven.
The last one would have to be the most extreme among badly written poetry. It's cheesy and disturbing at the same time. I mean, hello? Who would want to hug sardines?
Tsk. I'm not a poet, nor am I a great writer but I do hope that I channel my inner scribe better next time.