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

Anxiety driven bad poetry

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:

Bubble gurgle

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

Thoughtless mistake

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