Day 14- Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.
Stringing words together like paper,
Fire dancing,
Movement like water vapor.
Toward you I am glancing.
That morning I gave you my heart,
But the world never knew me at all.
I need a new start,
I’m going to fall.
In the dirt.
Mud.
Oops.
Well…..
This is gross.
I think
I need
A shower.
(Sidenote: I tried my best to make this awful. I forced myself to make crappy rhymes, the topic makes pretty much no sense, and then I just got sloppy at the end and went totally off-track AND out of structure. So… yay for awful poetry!)
thoughts of Melissa 