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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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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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
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
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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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
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
I’m an unfortunately sensitive person. I say ‘unfortunate’ because being able to soak up the emotions (especially negative ones) of the people around me tends to result in a lot of panic and meltdown. I made a small mistake today, a thoughtless one really, and my friend got mad at me.
There wasn’t a fight or an argument, she calmly approached me and honestly explained her feelings to me. My shame and guilt felt considerable, as I could tell how upset I’d made her. Realizing a mistake has been made that has hurt someone I love, that’s a hard feeling to reconcile. I immediately get down on myself, today was no different. Despite us parting on a positive note, I still feel awful for having been so thoughtless and rude.
In fight to keep my anxiety from smoking around me, I did some short poems. Now, for those of you who follow me on twitter ( @JoyPearson ) know that I occasionally like to write quick 2 line poems, just to give myself a little poetic release of whatever emotions I have flowing through me in the moment.
While at work feeling awful, I wrote down a series of short poems that I’d now like to share here. I’m no Dickinson, nor a Naruta; I am far from Shakespeare, but a bit closer to Jenny Lawson. Poetry is my way of writing through my feelings, so here’s how I was feeling today:
Boil and spout
These ugly feelings
Want to burst out
Warm acidic pressure
Tight eyes, sealed lips
‘Tis a wonder they can’t tell
I’m about to fall to bits
A quick action
Killed good vibes
Quiet animosity overtakes
Shut my mouth
Cement shut my eyes
Not this stupid brain
Which tells my mind lies
Down to my stomach
Hurt poison spreads
Shame and guilt bitter
Held together by threads
Reach out, hold on
You’re not wounded dead
Just numb the panic
Now it’s all in your head