All right, I dug out my old journals that I've kept since I was 13 (my GOD I'm going to have to burn these!) Here's one:
Check out the line breaks: Remember I was 13 when I wrote this! (I kept the same spelling too!) Everyone might as well bow to the victor of worst poem!
I just want to sleep
for at least
part
of forever.
Not sleep and die
but sleep and dream.
I want to feel the truth lie
in my heart,
not in my head.
I want to believe this whole crazy world
is for the living, not forever dead.
I want dreams of truth
to become clear and sweet
I don't want dreams to lie and ferment
at dark destinies feet.
Games, damn games we play
Waisting! Waisting!
Life away
Why can't truth be told
but in dreams forever hold
hidden behind that wall of doubt
shouting, dying, begging, crying
"let me out."
Oh sweet sorrow of our own device
no reality I know can suffice
for the time spent on just one dream
is time not lost to an unthinking scheme.
Ha HA ha HA HA!!!!!!!
I think I win. What's sad, is I actually kept my journals and have two FULL of this kind of stuff. Oh I was convinced no one could write poetry like I could!
*roflmao*
