(Not a poem, don't call the police, but can I just say that I wholeheartedly reject the concept of this thread because poetry can't actually be bad. All these poems are rad as heck in a sloppy and imperfect way.)
and there are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
My heart broke Like an elephant Had fallen on my chest Breaking metaphorical ribs Into a bazillion pieces Of me. And then I cried Tears, but they were So sad, that they Were almost like sad rivers Becoming sad oceans On my face. But honestly, I think this was A pretty reasonable Reaction for having An elephant Fall on my chest.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
I saw an ad It was bad And also not quite so rad It made me sad - No one likes a spambot They contribute not Are to a site like rot I sure hope it’ll get cot.
What's the point of success if it makes me miserable?
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
