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Mar 2019 · 114
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badtaste Mar 2019
my vision of hell
is being told I go to heaven
and watch all my friends burn
Mar 2019 · 241
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badtaste Mar 2019
all these merry paintings fill his vacant evenings
the artist stays an extra hour to paint a single line
never satisfied
badtaste Mar 2019
I never understood why a butterfly stopped flying
,would lie on its leaf and stop trying,
until the truth she said turned into only her lying
now I can't stop
only start crying.
Mar 2019 · 202
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badtaste Mar 2019
an indecisive hypocrite made a decision for once
...
just kidding
today was opposite day
Mar 2019 · 118
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badtaste Mar 2019
alone on a stroll
I hear footsteps from the shadows
Mar 2019 · 107
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badtaste Mar 2019
This is the end
In the middle hides all the details
Here is where it began
read in reverse it doesn't matter, open for interpretation. Not much effort spent, inspired from the talented Ariana Bagley (she is on this site).
Mar 2019 · 70
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badtaste Mar 2019
roses I gave
my heart is broken
time is wasted
writing this poem
Mar 2019 · 103
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badtaste Mar 2019
I slice open my hand,
and spread red across my door.
Yet I still don't quite understand,
why you seem to knock even more.

It's OK
it's just a phase
or rather that's the phrase
they all say.
uwu
Mar 2019 · 387
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badtaste Mar 2019
wisdom is in your teeth
funny is in your bones
love is in your heart
hurt is in your mind
...
right?
Mar 2019 · 145
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badtaste Mar 2019
"Which one is this?"
-famous father to his only son
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Mar 2019 · 97
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badtaste Mar 2019
Read







   now stop.
this is poetry
Mar 2019 · 84
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badtaste Mar 2019
my words are empty
but if you stitch together
all of my envy
you'll have one itchy
blanket
Mar 2019 · 100
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badtaste Mar 2019
my thoughts hurt
because I've never finished
a single on--
Mar 2019 · 409
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badtaste Mar 2019
a star burns
yet we watch it not trying to help
stop a beautiful fire.
Mar 2018 · 338
Eliot the Excellent Expert
badtaste Mar 2018
Yo yo
First poem about Eliot York
(I have no idea if this will work)
His poems so fresh make a young thot
Wanna twerk

Ya ya
Keeping it real
Ya'll noe da deal
Up in here we poets be serious
Nuff to ****
But not our leader Eliot
Or else he'd spill
Ink all over our digital pads of paper

WORD TO YOUR MOTHER

Aye Aye
Last verse of the day
I'll push everyone out of my way
Expect Eliot, he's the king of poe-it-tree
An excellent expert
Take it from me

WORD OUT
Mar 2018 · 216
Not My Love Poem
badtaste Mar 2018
I was standing in the middle of the road,
A cross-road, between two different worlds,
Me and yours,

and baby girl,

Yours has so much more to explore,
Your personality I adore, your past is a mystery-
And I want to know more,

Here I am wrapped up all day,
Thinking of you constantly,
So let's take hand to hand and try to,
Unwrap what I'm really trying to say,
Like a present underneath the Christmas tree,

I wrote a poem inside a poem,
This one might sound cliché,
But what I think and feel is the truth-
To you and I can write about that all day

A - Anytime you need me just say
M - Making this smile stay and not go away
B - Being a friend first and foremost
E - Every secret keeping our trust so close
R - Running out of words to write, since they're all on my mind

Filling this page up line by line
Hoping in due time
You'll be mine
Mar 2018 · 212
The Argument
badtaste Mar 2018
...look forward
now towards me
why do you shut down
why do you shut down
When all I am
is trying to be close to you?

I won’t look away…
Do you see the rain?
It’s just like you
It’s just like you
A free spirit
coming down to this world

Your eyes so red…
like stained glass that is cracked  
Just speak to me
Just speak to me
Your friends are here
We just want to speak

...all that you feel
Is hard to deal with here and then
Just look around
Just look around
We know pain
We are here to heal each other
I wrote this poem soon after me and my friend got into an argument, she was trying to help realize I was not alone because moving away again isn't the end.

— The End —