Showing posts with label crap poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crap poetry. Show all posts

3.21.2009

Haven't Posted In Awhile...

This is a poem I wrote about a month ago. It's not that good, but I like it because it explains a lot. Not to others but to myself. Hard to explain how but it just does. It's called 'I want but i'm afraid.'
I want to give you my whole heart
But i'm afraid you'll break it again
I want to fall in love with you
But i'm afraid you won't fall for me
I want to tell you everything on my mind
But i'm afraid you'll judge who I am
I want to ask you questions
But i'm afraid you won't answer honestly
I want to know what makes your world go 'round
But i'm afraid I won't be the one to make it spin
I am scared of it all; of you

2.16.2009

More Poetry For Pondering

Well, I'll say it. I adore writing poetry. And I guess I'm okay at it. Well, i'm gonna try and submit it for money to contests and stuff. So you're feedback is super important here. I kind of write about heavier topics. Most people like to write about love and happiness. Fuck that shit. The first poem, the worst written of the two, is kind of about abuse. It's mentioned subtly, if you pay attention then you can see where I mention it. The second is loosely based off a book I'm currently reading for english called '13 Reasons Why.' In my opinion, a very good book. Sad but brilliant. I did write a third one, but that will come later as it is total shit.
Number One
Her hands tremble
As the door slowly opens
She creeps toward the phone
Careful to walk over
The loose step on the stairs
All she can hear
Is her own breathing
Thick and heavy in the
Still quiet of the house
She grips the phone
And dials slowly
A trickle of blood from
Her forehead drips down
Onto her shaky hand
Behind her, the closet opens
But she doesn't notice
The floorboards creak
But she doesn't notice
A hand swipes over her mouth
Red and blue lights flash outside
Then blackness
Number Two
She walks down the hall
Her head kept low
Looking up for a brief moment
Her eyes lock into his
She tries to push her hair back,
It instead falls in front of her face
He smiles her way
But she doesn't see him
She's pushing through the crowd
Trying to get away from him
From the only reason that
Could keep her alive
But her mind is made up
Nothing can change that
He turns and watches her
Fight through a sea of bodies
In his mind it's also decided
He'll ask her tomorrow
Doesn't he know it'll be too late...

2.12.2009

Written 2/11/09 at 11:56 p.m.

This has to be one of my worst poems ever written. But I'm trying to get feedback on it. If you have me on facebook or myspace, then let me know what you think. And btw: this in no way reflects my own first time...


I look up
Light slides under the door
And enters the room
My eyes close
I pull the comforter tighter
Around my naked body
The sheets are crumpled at my feet
Images from the past hours
Flash through my mind
I rub my feet together
The room is too cold
And something in my head tells 
Me it shouldn't be like this
The pain
It was too much to bear
A tear slides down my cheek
Light suddenly floods into the room
I know he's back
I turn and face the wall
Pretending to be asleep
His hand touches my shoulder
It's ice cold
I try not to flinch
Givung up, he leaves the room
Footsteps
The front door slams
And he's gone...


I don't care if you hate, well I do. But that's why I'm asking! I need to know how to make myself a better writer. So hit me up with advice and comments and such...