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People always said my poems were quite bad.
They said they were simple,
with a simple rhyme scheme.
Indeed, they weren’t wrong.
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Behold, this round room
with all doors closed but one.
The room is filled with light
where once there was none.
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The boy slits his wrists in solitude.
He is alone in mind and body.
No one there to save him.
When he needs everybody he has nobody.
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There was this girl, you see.
She was quite close to me.
She was there in my times of need.
but now where is she?
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Words, with their flames,
Souls do ignite,
Echoing their whispered meanings
Long into the night.
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Walking through a cold night,
Eyes lit, but no light.
Nice and silent,
Like I like.
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Bad Poetry
People always said my poems were quite bad.
They said they were simple,
with a simple rhyme scheme.
Indeed, they weren’t wrong.
They said I wasn’t expressing myself enough
because I followed the rules.
They said I needed to be free
or else I was failing to express me.
So I tried it their way.
I spit some random words on a page.
I removed the pesky little words that made it make sense
and added some nonsensical imagery to top it off.
They hailed it a masterpiece and cheered.
It was so well thought out, they said.
It would enlighten society!
They could finally see me.
I looked them in the eye,
I said I’m glad that you do.
Now could you please explain it to me?
Because I haven’t a clue.
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