poo-poo poetry coroner
Jan. 6th, 2005 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingSoon, you'll get the full story, but for now...enjoy shitty poetry:
Henry’s, Post-010105M
Like a bad dream he called
Like a nightmare, I answered
Hungover from the encounter
Reeling from red cancer.
He left me with a hug,
Thank god it was not a kiss,
He left me with skin crawling
And only knowing this,
That the devil is in the details
And not a thing has changed
The right choice was made
The right man had been estranged.
And no, it's not about Ian, but Douchebag #1. :)
Here's another...
Upon My Death, I’ll Make Millions
My poetry is shit
I’m sure that you can see
Here’s hoping I’m better at short stories,
Or at the least, photography.
Sidenote: I may not be able to attend school this semester. I have no money. I'm waiting to hear about a few scholarships, but I'm not getting my hopes up. :( There's about a 1/4 inch of ice covering everything outside. It's the bees knees.
Henry’s, Post-010105M
Like a bad dream he called
Like a nightmare, I answered
Hungover from the encounter
Reeling from red cancer.
He left me with a hug,
Thank god it was not a kiss,
He left me with skin crawling
And only knowing this,
That the devil is in the details
And not a thing has changed
The right choice was made
The right man had been estranged.
And no, it's not about Ian, but Douchebag #1. :)
Here's another...
Upon My Death, I’ll Make Millions
My poetry is shit
I’m sure that you can see
Here’s hoping I’m better at short stories,
Or at the least, photography.
Sidenote: I may not be able to attend school this semester. I have no money. I'm waiting to hear about a few scholarships, but I'm not getting my hopes up. :( There's about a 1/4 inch of ice covering everything outside. It's the bees knees.
