Friends That Died

I knew it was too good to be true.

A broken friendship risen from the dead,

Now it’s skin is rotting, turning black and blue.

It is not the same as it was before,

I tried so hard to make it work,

But it inexplicably became a horror.

I knew it was going to end,

Because I’m terrified of zombies,

And you don’t know how to be a friend.

If your character weakness is cutting ties

And your nose to spite your face,

Then giving you second chances must be mine.

This is where we finally die.


Cheating Material

I found myself in an odd and ‘slightly’ traumatizing situation. Long story short: I was accused of having an affair with someone’s boyfriend, who was a close friend of mine. Honestly, I laughed when I heard the accusation, because I haven’t seen this guy in person in well over two years. Needless to say, the friendship has ended and now I need to process. So I do what I always do: write poetry.

I’m the woman girlfriends are scared of

The friend of their boyfriend

Who they like more than they love.

She suspects that he wants me

So she loves him just enough.

Until she makes it a lot more tough.

I’m quite harmless, really

No crimes have been committed

Just long talks that were silly

No actions were taken

So why does he act so guilty?

It’s not like we did anything filthy.

I’m doing fine, trying to live my best life

But communication was cut

Now I know our friendship was a lie.

Gave you a chance, tried to act cool

But you just gave me nothing but spite

And that’s how I know that I am right.

Stuck in a love that’s imperial.

His girl censors his friendships

So her love becomes managerial.

What do I care? I’ve been here before

I don’t stick around for the friendship’s burial.

At least I know I’m cheating material.

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Generated Poetry: The Formulation of Love

I’m on this kick where I use a word generator to give me 6 random words that I incorporate into a poem. I imagine I’ll be posting many of these, so bear with me (or not…. this is my website after all. So if you don’t like this, fuck you, go somewhere else to read garbage poetry that stinks more than mine!)

Generated words: Afternoon, Imposter, wept, Serum, Formulation, Deplorable.

The formulation of love can be rather tricky

It suffers from a deplorable lack of compassion

It’s also often ironically witty…

A cure-all serum does not exist

Safe for the hours in the afternoon I’ve wept

Over memories of when I was last kissed.

I feel like an imposter in my own head

Pretending I don’t have these memories

Of you, me, and our love you killed, dead.

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Word Generator Inspiration

Lately I’ve had a desperate need to write, but I suffer from a lack of inspiration these days. To give myself a kickstart, I used a random word generator online to give me a set of six words that I would then craft into a poem. The words I received were ‘extract’, ‘betrayal’, ‘contagious’, ‘messenger’, ‘union’, and ‘smart’. 

Using these six words, I came up with the following poem:

To extract thoughts and ideas from my mind

Seems so impossible, I take it as a sign.

A betrayal from my hand to my brain

A tenuous union that’s driving me insane.

If I were smart, I’d find hobbies more contagious

Things I can do that will be more advantageous

Someone get a reliable messenger for my hand and head

Before things remain silent, sadly left unsaid. 

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Rhymes with ‘Chrysalis’ 

Any idea how hard it is to rhyme a word with ‘chrysalis’?

Beautiful word and meaning but I can only pair it with ‘syphilis’

Use it in a poem and it will be received with viciousness 

It’s ridiculous

How much I desire to use this word

But all I get is something sounding absurd

That no one has ever heard

Something uniquely brand new

With no debut

No one will know what to do

With it

And still it sits

That word it ties me up in a solo battle of wits

I’d call it quits

But I know at night when I lay in bed

I’ll stare at the ceiling with that word still in my head

And so you’ve read

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Random Rhymes

I’m on a weird rhyming kick currently, which always happens when I start listening to too much rap combined with watching Shakespeare films (Words, words, words). Rather than let them rot on the page of a random notebook, I’m publishing what I wrote out today. It’s probably not good (no wait…. it is DEFINITELY not good) but I know that if I don’t publish my writing more, the less motivated I’ll be to continue writing. So here I present, for either your enjoyment or torture, some bars I wrote out today.

Sure, yes sure!

I’ve got words to say

Say them or don’t

It’s all the same

My body shows peace

My mind wondrously strays

Lovers, liars, cheaters, sneakers

I know all their secrets

But I’m no snitch or squealer

Unless you do

Something found rude

Or just not true

I’ll let it stew

Until I need to serve it up, I’ll drink some booze

and watch you lose

Whatever dignity that’s left for you

Ha! Okay, okay I’m not that dope

I’m a girl hidden in the crowd

Not on display riding a float

This is no joke

I have no hope

Everyone will look at me say “you should not have spoke.”

Take from that what you will, I’m going to go write some more clunky rhymes and pretend I actually know what I’m doing when it comes to writing. For even more convoluted thoughts, follow me on twitter @JoyPearson

Gorilla’s in the Chest

Whenever I make a mistake that causes someone hurts, it takes a while for me to get over that guilt. Today I was struggling hard in the car to settle my brain and the pulsing bad feelings in my chest. So I recorded some poems to work through the ugly feelings going on in my chest.

A gorilla named Guilt

Lives caged in my chest

Slumbers on in contentment

In a deeply delicate nest

Anxiety hits unexpected

Bolts of lightening hit hard

Guilt awakens and roars

It’s all completely off guard

Fist slam thunderously loud

Pain spreads out in aches

Play music, sooth Guilt’s pain

Now let’s see how long it takes