Roses are red / Violets are blue / I’m writing love poems / But am unsure whom to.
Liquid red gold / set(flowing) with microscopic rubies and garnets and brown smoky quartz and amethysts / and some diamonds, precious / diamonds taken, made to blades / diamonds, cut more diamonds, cut more diamonds, cut more / rubies and garnets and brown smoky quartz and amethysts and (and obsidian surrounded by sapphire immersed in opal ocean, miniature cuts leaking miniature liquid crystals […]
Really bad haiku / Whose titles are haiku too / Ain’t got no last line
Puff of smoke / From leather face / (leather by extension, / everything else was) // Tingling, tingling / Baring your teeth / He bares his bloody needle-sharp fangs // Baring your teeth, tailbone / Between your legs where it always has been / (You know heâ€™s the same) // He pictures the floor / The primaries of orange beneath you
Olive-green, tan, brown chopper, Black, silver automatic gun and clear fuel, Blue, yellow, orange, red burst, Green grass and sandy soil, Red, pink, eventually purple splatters… But white socks!
Here is some awful poetry I wrote during my freshman year of high school, including the original project title and introduction. I must have thought I was clever or something.