Bad: Poems

May 2015 · 418

Summer Flutter

Bad May 2015

Summer Flutter

For butterfly wings,

Our kisses were gathered and sewn.

Seeing you, I die.

#haiku

Dec 2014 · 370

Pour Mon Freres

Bad Dec 2014

Pour Mon Freres

Sitting in this room,

                  S e a r c h I n g     for    b r o t h e r s    in my head,

Not the ones  I’ve always had;
those that are united by a common womb.

But the ones who have infected me with a  lush sense,
an unspoken quality,
who have a presence so surreal,
always speaking to my soul.
My non-birth brothers,
Criminals of the same shade of blue,
Boys with the pain of a quiet kind,

Paramount people in a pickled world,
Oh my  brothers,
we are lines in the sand,
Definite and fading.
You are the ones,
the ones who meant something
To me.

Dec 2014 · 284

Friendships Past

Bad Dec 2014

Friendships Past

[Insert friendship here]
Press yes if it meant something.
No, if it didn't.

#haiku

Dec 2014 · 520

Catatonic Cat Nap

Bad Dec 2014

Catatonic Cat Nap

Young uncertainty,
My head is on your shoulder.
Darkness consumes us.

#haiku

Dec 2014 · 282

Goodbye Blues

Bad Dec 2014

Goodbye Blues

The world is full of two kinds of people:

the ones who will pop back into our lives for forever

&

the ones who won't,

where the goodbyes were unexpected and better
off never being mentioned.

You weren't someone who was ever supposed
to stay,
so I should have felt your goodbye more.
It should have stung,
sweet relief.
Goodbye moon.

Dec 2014 · 216

The Only One

Bad Dec 2014

The Only One

Once I realized I could,
I gave this cause

everything.

For once,

I wanted to be someone's first and foremost option.

Nov 2014 · 317

Irreparable

Bad Nov 2014

Irreparable

“I've grown to trust you 85% of the time.”
----
“What about the other 15% percent?”
----
“You can’t fix everything;
some things are not fixable.”

Nov 2014 · 394

On the Busy Streets

Bad Nov 2014

On the Busy Streets

Across,
In amongst a crossing,
My oxfords met yours.
My trench coat entrenched
Itself into yours.
We grabbed for the same newspaper,
And I found myself peeling
Off my smile
And handing it to
You.

Nov 2014 · 306

Oops

Bad Nov 2014

Oops

Worry will act as a carcinogen.
Fumes will spread over my body,
hitting those key points: head,
heart, mind ...
stomach.
I'll start to ***** again.
Again,
you'll be long gone.

Nov 2014 · 820

IOU

Bad Nov 2014

IOU

I try to not frequent places where you existed.
On the days when there are parallel universes,
When Octobers are permanent,
When every night seems near fatal,
When the emptiness in our silence
mocked the leaves we trailed through,
Sundays are far off and foreign.
And as far as I know,
there is still an
“I”
that dwells with
“You.”

Nov 2014 · 259

The Election Night of 2014

Bad Nov 2014

The Election Night of 2014

Night,
Our night.
We were supposed to win.
We were supposed to come as a tide,
Washing over all the nonbelievers,
                                           Our molecules mixed into a cauldron with
                          anyone else who has ever fathomed
        making a difference in an indifferent world.
We were supposed to win.
We were meshed together in a way
where I bought into this.
I bought a drug for this crippling disease.
                                                 Yet, I’ve known this to be cureless.
Cureless, as my affections for you.
         Cureless, as the afflicted home we live in.
****** by society, we sat in our lonely, empty space.
I couldn’t speak a sound; you were the one who had enough air to speak.
        We were supposed to win.
         Now, not so much.
            Now, I don’t remember it meaning as much to me as I had once thought.
                  The oxygen may have been from extracted my body, but, by god,
Losing has soul.

— The End —