Sometimes,
I like to write.
Shitty poetry.
It doesn't make sense,
But gives me more Practice.
Therefore,
Shitty Poetry
Is good for me.

Chris Neilson Apr 3

When I was 10 years old
I formed a 2 strong gang
at first it was just me
but then my mate rang

We armed ourselves with sweets
by the name of Mojos and Spangles
we swelled to a five strong gang
by recruiting from all angles

We named the gang SCRAP
an acronym of our first initials
our aim was to change the world
without the bells or whistles

Within our mandate to achieve our goal
was owning a personality as soft as shit
an initiation ceremony of cucumber butties
kudos achieved after eating every last bit

We terrorised our neighbourhoods
by walking quietly on the pavement
helping elderly folk across the road
and extra confession during Lent

The rapscallion behaviour continued
playing cricket without protective pads
talking politely to each others parents
and being respectful to our dads

Sean grew some balls then left the gang
after a power struggle over a bathing cap
forcing a name change without the "S"
we were now a gang called CRAP

CRAP continued for just another year
then disbanded without committing a crime
we finished as we had started
by all completing our homework on time

*Butties - A colloquial word for sandwiches
A partly true story
Poetic T Mar 25

The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
                                                     collected in lyrical a doggy bag.

I will not fall on a sword of those that ignore my verse
that fall on the page, do you know why I write in diverse
motions? Do you know my demons the voices that verse
inwards on the white of my skull? my reflections reverse.

The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
                                                     collected in lyrical a doggy bag.

But excrement can be rhymed in free verse, I'm doing this
for me but I don't linger to impress! I word for my emotions
are a hurricane and I'm the eye calm but I swim in the abyss.

The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
                                                     collected in lyrical a doggy bag.

I'm vocalized to those that don't sniff the arses of poor vocals
linger on excellence not the excrement of poorly woven yokels.
Lyrics of verse are meant to move not stagnate silently,
they are meant to be lyrics that move the emotion violently.

"Weave the best version of you, not the diluted verse,

Poop slidin out ma ass
Squirts of liquid and spurts of gas
Constraining my face
To push it out and away
That lil turd hangin from ma hole
It's almost like it's got a soul
I shake it off quick
That big black stick
And then it goes plop
Down in the poop pot
Wash it away, with tears and say
"Urrrrgea, that was a big one aye?"
Then flush it down
And watch it fade away

You find inspiration everywhere :)
HappyHappyHappy Feb 23
54

54.

That may seem like nothing to you.

But...

Ah..

That was my math quiz score....



Shi-- Wait don't wanna curse.

Because I'm nice.

Though not in front of math.

AH! I HATE YOU MATH!!!!

Haha.

does it occur to you that i add "haha" at almost every end of my poems?? haha!
Temporal Fugue Jan 12

Ya really got to wonder
how the process really works
Turning food into something
closely akin to mud, or dirt

Eat that steak or yogurt
and magically it seems
It's turned to something brown
as out your ass, it streams

The mysteries of waste
a defecated product made
simple fertilizer proof
of something, now decayed

It's a total wonder
as joy upon release
a crap that feels so good
as defecations, cease

God in his infinite wisdom
created life and everything
laughing uncontrollably
as bowels, are emptying

:D Oh yeah, The crapolla is in the house!
I would have marked this "adult", butt, let's face it, it's not ;D~
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Zelle Nov 2016

A step forward, a hundred back
with these type of flow, can I turn it back?
The time I spent wastin'
on all the things that amounted to nothin'

If given the chance to redo everything
Would I be able to make the right choices?
or Will I end up being with the current me?

would walking down that path again
also amount to nothing?
or will it bear fruit to something?

Something that might give hope to the me
who felt like I have lost sight of what's in it for me

feeling so crappy right now

Garbage in....Garbage out.
The Information Age does not necessarily make people smarter or wiser
Or better informed.
They're probably more toxic and corrosive in their beliefs than ever
Full of Crap.

Elaise G Oct 2016

At first it started all great,
Everyone was laughing,
Smiling,
But now everything's suddenly dying.

Crying aloud,
for someone to calm it down,
But no one came,
I guess all I could do is drown.

Erasing everything that happened this week,
Nothing great,
All crap,
I can't feel anything but hate.

As time passed by,
Sadness combined with the spite,
Like a dangerous predator,
It pounces at night.

Slowly dying,
Nothing to hold onto,
Just one last chance,
No chance to redo.

A single spot of brightness,
Just give me this chance,
I don't want to cry anymore,
I just don't want to.....

Welp, just one last chance for me to be happy on Saturday. So far my week's been 80% crap, I wonder how it'll be at the end of the week.
kneedleknees Sep 2016
TCB

Morning calls, business
Time. I tell you there is such
Joy in emptiness

I love daily rituals
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