I won’t be surprised if nobody missed Bad Poetry Weekend. It’s hard to miss something that doesn’t make sense, isn’t it? Anyway, allow me to ruin your weekend once more by posting a quick one here.
Mostly, the goal is to keep the lines moving. I don’t know but with the others, they feel quite tight. Whatever, I’m not even sure what I’m talking about. Maybe you can enlighten me. 😆
Countdown To Nothing
How long will you make me wait until you make up your mind?
How long do you think will I last waiting, dreading every waking moment asking,
“Is this the day you run away?”
There is a difference, did you know, with living in the moment and
Being in denial, cowering of tomorrow;
Toying with what you want dearly but secretly are most afraid of
Is going to cost you, did you know?
Tell me why you are depriving yourself of much more, tell me why
You are dragging me into a game you have already won, into a game
I have already lost.
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Photo taken from here.
hmmm, parang may pinaghugutan ito ah. hahaha, ganda.
salamat, lahat naman yata may pinapaghugutan 😆
ayun naman pala, base pa rin sa emotions. hehe.
i did not make that cake, lady 😆 it’s hard and while i’m no chef, i know i can be temperamental. i’m like mango. you never know what you’ll get 😆
oo, curious lang ako kung how much is cerebral and how much is cardiac for others 🙂
Love that you’re doing this and I can SO relate to what this is saying. I still remember these days of uncertainty. Remember, nobody can drag you into a game that you didn’t want to play BUT you can decide to quit that game anytime you choose. 😉 Thanks for sharing your “bad poetry”… although I’m thinking your poetry is FAR from bad, sistah! lol
thank you, you’re too kind. your comment is spot on, beautiful. 🙂
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Hey, I missed Bad Poetry Weekend! 😛
thank you lady, you’re a sweetheart. 🙂 i love your monday poems too. you’re finds are nice. i read one the other day by neruda. the title is i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. it rocks.
Ah, one of my favorites. Although I find heart wrenching romantic poems by Bukowski better and more fitting; like it was written for me. Haha
bukowski rocks! i haven’t read a lot of his poetry but his little tidbits are always awesome 🙂
His little tidbits are spot on daggers to the heart.
what i like about it is that it’s not sappy but still spot on!
That’s because Charles Bukowski is a based god. You look at him and his poems and you see an apathetic, distracted and ever so slightly mad man but inside he’s full of ~feelings and that’s what I like about him.
funny thing is i think i know someone like him 😆
You do? That’s cool!
it is cool. i mean, brilliant guy, funny, but probably alcoholic 😆
Hahaha yay alcoholism?
isn’t it true that alcohol makes philosophers out of people? 😆
Haha I don’t know about philosophy and all that genius crap. Most alcoholics I know are obscene, condescending scums of the earth. :)) I think people admire the drunken population because they say and do extreme shit sober people can’t (but want to!) do.
my cousin once said smart girls get mostly cats… and alcoholic boyfriends 😆