Bad Freeverse Poetry

tw: abuse, violence, derealization, su/cide, ickiness

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Effervescent

a thunderous roar,
serenade of lightning,
my aching bones whisper their ire
the tittering sky says aloud,
my beloved child,
come home

Bad Poetry

corruption from pain
open veiny palms
pilfered

Sparkles

Come as you are, she says
I am your kinsugi gold
I am not your missing pieces
But I'll mend you all the same

Me, the proletariat

My hole-y clothing
Time worn shoes
My blanket too short to cover my feet
Wicked air freezing my toes
From my pocket you take
My last coin
A measly top-up, this fee
To upgrade your gilded chariot
Without it
You will surely die

Better

a climbing vine
planted in a hopeful summer
now wrapped around depth's neck
a fire tree
now wet
impotent
searching eyes
glaze over
an echo snatched
by oblivion

I Met God

I met God in a hazmat suit
Standing amongst the filth
Slow burning in holy fire
He turned me 'to a holy man
Saint of en-tro-py
Threw me to gnashing dogs of embers
Forever I shall be

Dust

I am dust
I am decay
Do you hear the song of May flowers?
Put your ear to the dirt
Hear the whispers of the city
A song of our scars
Never should've listened, never should've listened

Violent Hands

Flinches at the touch
Something is wrong
My hand, like flint on steel
Ignites her sadness

Dog Food For Dinner

These mismatched walls, a prison
Decorations abound, but how does one
Decorate hell into heaven?
Rotting tooth
Rotting body
Dog food for dinner
Slops out of a can
Flick the bugs off the bowl
The world forgot
Me

You Said It Was An Option. It Was Not.

Tell me to die
Once again
Better the blood on my hands
Than yours
Better my agony
Than your discomfort
You wanted a suicide
What you got
Was a flower in bloom