The Bad Poets' Society

Found my Muji steel organiser today (organization of steel!). I will not talk about the embarrasing amount of Neoprints that can be found in it. Something less embarrasing, but still rather shameful, was my bad poetry i found inside.

when i read it, i dont think i was silly to have felt that way. given that amt of maturity then, it was only natural, perhaps i even owed that event of pain where i've come today in maturity... but the words i used felt soo... pardon the use... embellished. flowery. put up to tell the world "ooh hey i'm in despair" with metaphors and voabulary that took away the actual depths of sorrow i sought to convey. Here's a poem i wrote in sec3/sec4:


When the epiphany ends
when the will bends
when the odds overwhelm
when the ship's lost its helm
when the lightning strikes
when you turn on the lights
when gone is the flame
when it's not known who's to blame
when no reason is given
when here comes oblivion
when i'm without you
i crumble.


i don't know. it's wierd. it's flamboyant and flashy, not the humble simple profound insightful writing i love and seek to achieve. but wad da hell, you laugh it off and point, but when u read it the uncouth unrefined words clumsily strung together still brings to the heart experiance that inspired poetry... bad poetry from proundly fucked up experiances i guess.