Hello. I am the most beautiful person in the world. I am a howl. I am a pebble in a pond, I am sediment, I am the edge. I am dust in a storm, and I can't do anything, not a thing. I breathe it in, that wildwild wind, and I feel its FURY and its POWER, and it fills me with such high thoughts! And I am elevated, and suddenly I am a God, and suddenly I am divine, and suddenly I see all the world and all the world sees me. But I am dust in a storm. I am a howl lost in the thunder, I am a speck in the universe. I can do nothing, and no one can hear me. I am beautiful, in a wild, wild world. But I am a nothing, and I am alone. Hello. I am the most beautiful person in the world, and I'd like you to see me
I was picturing this read beat-poetry style, while the poet is hugging a little llama. Like this, only in more of a chive-smoky coffee shop interior, a much blacker outfit, and crappier lighting all around.
Environmental science papers are always entertaining (see attached pdf for some science-based drama) And yes, Field Notes is excellent =) I refuse to be embarrassed, I refuse to regret. Last night after releasing all the pent-up creepy emo, I slept like a baby =)
Fixed it for myself? And Elyscape I would, but I don't think I can compete with the image of me that's already out there; reality failing to meet expectations and all that:
No, I am the most beautiful person in the world. I am wide as a boulder and stubborn as the earth, yet born of the wave and the water. A creature of patient strength and fearsome rage, my eyes are cold as the Arctic wind, my mouth bedecked in spears, my moustache flecked with ice. I am the walrus. Goo goo ga joob.
Do you know whose bones are on display here? The answer is... your bones. My bones. Bone's bones. Bone bone bone.
I am editing this comment because I think it reads a little differently to how to meant it. I am just as surprised, but more than a little delighted. I have embarrassed myself so that other people don't need to. Why shouldn't there be a bad poetry thread? Previous posts may have been poking fun at me, but they were also kinda pretty. Don't be intimidated! If you are awake at 3 in the morning, and are feeling especially happy or especially sad, and if you are feeling incredibly silly, you can send me your bad poetry in a private conversation. And I will read it and feel incredibly silly with you, and you will know you're not the only one.
Wait, so was the actual purpose of this thread to post bad poetry that may or may not have been written at 3am? I didn't know that! And would you look at that, it just happens to be a little after 3am right now (or at least it is where I live)! Damn it, I am terrible at this... Ok, here goes nothing: Oh Broken Forum full of thready threads Tell me the reason why Reading both witty posts and shitty posts Devours my free time. For alas! Though my head is aching And my tired eyelids droop I've still cleared that last 66-page thread In one fell, stubborn swoop.
Here's my haiku: Poetry deservesits own thread on our forum.But not this horror. I leave it to the reader to discern what "this" is.
Wait, this thread actually has a purpose? I was just going to drop edisnooM quotes here. Damn. Um, shitty poetry? Stream of consciousness, ho!
There once was a man from Nantucket, Who looked at this thread and said "Fuck it, Poems aren't that great, I'm not staying up late." And told all the posters to suck it.
Umazes reads threads. She read this one recently. Its poetry sucks. Except Jacquelle's, I liked that one.
let's do a drunken sonnet: i like idiotic internet stuff though this bit about poetry is shit and i'd much prefer the usual guff with it's dicks and gifs and some composite nope. too drunk for a bad poem right now.
