Starting to feel good about Bad Poetry Weekend, tbh. At first, it’s but a bold attempt to force you to put up with my crap but as I go along, I get this inspired feeling that maybe this is worth doing. Thank you everyone for your patience!
I also figured it’s easier to think of verses when you focus on a particular something. Does that make sense? Of course it doesn’t. To me, it’s been music. I just pick up on a song and ask myself, “How will that feel, you reckon?” then I try to wrangle words and put them together and call it poetry – a very scientific process, you agree?
The song I have today is The End of Everything by Measure. Last week, it’s their other song Closer, which is killer. I enjoy this one now too and leeched creativity off it. Sorry for you but the result is Bad Poetry Weekend #6.
Seriously, I wanted the title to be ‘You Know You’re Fucked When Duct Tape Can’t Fix Shit’ but at the last minute I changed it to ‘Fighting by Giving Up’. I thought about using ‘White Flag’ but I don’t know, the first stuck. What do you think? I’m also blown away knowing this is the 6th Bad Poetry Weekend post! Wow, I suck that much?
Fighting by Giving Up
How do you chase a flash flood?
How do you piece back an avalanche?
From a wild fire to an earthquake below,
Is there even a fight
When the worst has arrived?
Race against a dying light,
Absorb the impact the death star packs;
Deny autumn, forget winter -
Fool yourself night and day,
But you can’t keep running after yesterday.
Memories are great, daydreams better;
Truth can lie but not forever!
Wake up you must; live, let go.
Pretend, prolong, fight, cry -
Three crystal words: it’s an empty sky.