Poetry well, you tried: a poetry dump

[Rida]

bienvenidos a mis sueños, mis amigos

alas, you've stumbled upon this sad excuse for a thread, most probably in hopes of finding some quality, aesthetically pleasing compositions of poetry - something that worms its way into the clandestine recesses of your angst-ridden heart and makes you truly feel something, something forbidden in its own right but so, so good. something that lights a fire beneath your feet and has you dancing to the rhythm of its rhyme scheme, inspiring you to sit down, crack your knuckles, and unleash that inner nobel peace prize-winning author that's been cooped up within you all this time.

well, you've come to the wrong place.

no, years from now you won't see my work in the front of the classroom, being likened neither to that of frost, nor hughes, nor plath. this stuff isn't revolutionary, or even remotely touching, in my eyes. in fact, it's incredibly average - the languid words of a dilettante in these fine arts.
but, hey,
i tried.​

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duck!







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dont steal my shit or i will mess u up oki
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[Rida]

duck!​

today
i sit and wonder
does it pain you to
watch
as your carefully chosen, serrated words
bend
when they hit their target?
to watch those knives fall
- you've collected them for years now,
you let me know that they were the pristine little daughters you never had, never could have
- off my body
to watch them clatter to the ground
like water off a duck's back?

if i stand and
pretend
that i can't feel each lovingly sharpened edge dig into my skin
expose each vein, flowing with flaws
am i the winner?

i have bathed in the oil of the elegant, razor-toothed duck,
mother
and no matter how sharp you make your tongue
i will no longer let on how much you hurt me​