As much as I'd like to say that I'm starting a new weekly feature wherein I will post my bad poems every Friday, we all know that I'm not that reliable.
So, without further ado, the first and perhaps last poetry installment:
Hold dear the vestiges of fleeting dreams
impassioned pleas and declarations reiterated
Everything has to be as it seems held within a dream
It is the lone demand
along with suspension of belief
A relief, really, of command
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I haven't written any poetry since the angsty dramatic poetry I wrote in high school/college...I wonder where I kept those...
My crap is usually written in the margins of my journal, left on the periphery of the real action ;)
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