Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Absurdity and Untitled

This is one of those pieces where I'm pretty sure the author was taking this seriously and actually liked her poems. I never know what to comment on this as I know nothing of actual poetry, plus I don't want to be pooping on anyone's actual feelings.
Black was really nice. I wonder whatever happened to her? Her real name was Kris and we never met in person.We were pen pals back when that meant using an actual pen.

By Black

Sitting in the darkness
Blood trickles from my eyes
Only to turn to tears
Whenever you see me cry
Nothing left for me to do
I turn to you, but then you disappear
I touch the air you were just there
It’s still warm but then again
My mind is not clear

In the forest by the water
Your face reflected in the stream
Look again, it’s just a fish
As I wake up from a dream

Nothing left for me to be
This is just absurdity
But isn’t it the only way?

I;m going to go ahead and add the other poem Black had on this issue, since I have the same problem on not knowing how to comment on this one either.

By Black

This is pretense
This is not my life

Or what I imagine
My life to be
It is not a hot fever dream
On a hotter summer day
This is not a faerie tale
This is not a song
But the most elaborate lie
I ever told
Or even…Believed


Tuesday, May 5, 2015


By Albert

I like my beer
Cause it’s nice and cold
Every day I take it
Out of the fridge
And look at it for awhile
And maybe one day
I might drink it

Spoiler Alert!  
He drank it.

Untitled (but probably related to the last one)

This poem was on the same page as the one last one I posted, so I guess I must have been having a really bad day at work. At the time I used to work at Clothestime, which was an inexpensive junior's clothing store. It was in a shopping plaza in the middle of Hialeah and most of the time you were in the store by yourself. We got robbed a lot.

Anyway, this is about those people that just stand in front of a store waiting for it to open, giving you the stink eye as you try to balance the register or put out merchandize or do whatever it is you need to do before you open the store. Fuck those people! Most of the time, they want to do a return and get annoyed when you don't have change even though they witness that you JUST OPENED THE STORE!

By Aralis

Why are you here
You fucking loser?
Don’t you know
When you’re not wanted?
Don’t you have anything
Better to do?
Don’t you have a life?
Do you really think
The first thing
I want to see
In the morning
Is your face pressed
Against the glass
Beckoning for me
To open the door?
Well I don’t want to
See your face anymore
Unless it has a
Bullet hole in it.