At a request, a fine selection of the terrible writings from todays trip to the park.
Teenage romance
sneaking out on a cold Autumn day
to cuddle by a playground
and touch each other inappropriately.
While friends wait on nearby swings.
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Got too drunk
and now I’m lying
on a park bench at lunchtime
attempting to sober myself
for an afternoon pretending to look busy.
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My fingers are ice
the dog pisses on a tree
and runs to greet his owner
Children chatter
and I lie down
and die a little more.
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I’ve lost my ability to
drawn pictures
or make sense
stupidity overwhelms.
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Five more minutes
before I’m snapped back to
reality.
I prefer fiction.
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Hopeless romantics
get their hearts crushed frequently,
and I can’t take it
so I pretend that I’m not.
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I used to write shit poetry for you…
apparently
nothing has changed.