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World’s Worst Poet

So I didn’t change underwear for a week,

Does that make me gross?

I did shower twice in 5 days

Fucked on myself camera a few times during the whole ordeal

I kinda enjoyed it

Smelled like sex and cheap perfume!

 

Now I think of you and decide to wash my clothes

Let your face dictate the terms of this ordeal

You make me want to clean up my act

Or at least stop being so honest on this blog

But I’ll save that for a better poem

Right now I just want to see your face

 

And I did change my clothes!

To Tove Lo (ii)

They hid her voice

Behind Alkamaine

Traced by wings of a butterfly

 

Tove Lo she said

Stay high all the time

Just to keep you on my mind

 

Breasts like an angels

Tits pierced with dimes

A face buried behind the pain…

 

She kept herself locked in

And played to just pretend

If only she was my friend!

🙂

 

Great Blogs to Follow 8/14/17

Starting every month, I will be posting links to some of my favorite poetry, photography, and inspirational blogs among other areas. Feel free to explore this list and discover some other artists and writers!

Yaskhan

Paul Militaru

Words From a Little Person

Like Mercury Colliding (Kat Myrman)

Your Success Inspirer

 

This was inspired by Dream Big Often’s blog post which can be found here.

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Getting lost in words I don’t understand
Perhaps too lazy for a dictionary
Or just not enough of scholar to understand
How an Indian Poet can have such command
Of a language bastardized by French
And encapsulated with a hybrid abomination
That is our pronunciation
Not to mention the bizarre spelling
And yet I find myself drifting
Lost in a sound that is both familiar and exotic
And yet strangely familiar…