ShittyPoetry.org

any pronouns i want to post my poetry somewhere rather than leaving it in my google docs lmao

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heya!

first time doing an introduction on any blog, kinda nervous… anyways

this blog is pretty much what it says on the can, it’s some shitty poetry that was most likely written at 2 in the morning lmao

I use any and all pronouns, including neos, because I could not give less of a shit, gender is a construct and it’s not relevant to my writing

uhhh what else

do people still do DNI’s? i’ll do a DNI for the usual homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ect

okay i’ll let you get to the bad poetry now!

-F.L.C

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years seem to pass like a skipping record

I swear two days ago I was 13

another skip, another weird half song plays

yesterday I was 15… wasn’t I?

it skipped again, but what what did the singer say?

I’m 19 now, surely that can’t be right

5 days ago I got married in the playground

the boy I thought was my best friend then doesn’t talk to me now

I’m turning 20 this year

surely to God that cannot be right

wasn’t I just playing tag in the field

snowshoeing home with my papa

writing my first essay

crying at the kitchen table

kissing my first girlfriend

pretending I was older than 13

skip

14

skip

15

skip

19

skipskipskipskipski-

I don’t want to be older now

I want to swing at the same time as my friends

I want to climb up the slide

skip

I want to plan on seeing the stars

I want to plan on digging up old bones

doing both at the same time all while writing a mystery book

skip

I want to plan my high school electives

I want to laugh without embarrassment

I’m 19 today

20 by the end of the year

but I swear I was 13 two days ago

- F.L.C

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your borrowed hair clip still sits on my bedside table

I wonder if you know I still have it

it’s gold and not quite big enough to hold all your hair

but it’s the perfect size for mine

I’ll give it back the next time I see you

or the next time I remember it’s in my room

this is how I know I can’t live without you

I find pieces of you with me everywhere

you take pieces of me with you too

my slang, my heart, and my fashion sense

sending me photos of things I would like

crazy pants you found on vacation

earrings that I would wear every day

I take your stories, intonation, and secrets

intoxicating me with the knowledge of your life

making sure all my friends know your name

because apparently I can’t have a conversation without thinking of you

love is not enough of a word to explain how i feel about you

4 letters, a word not longer than my fingernail

could not possible explain why I act the way I do

why I talk about you to everyone with ears

why I laugh at your halfhearted jokes

why I would do any chore with you because it’s not a chore if we’re together

your hair clip is still on my bedside table

now that I think about it, it’s more bronze than gold

I’ll give it back when I see you next

it’s one of your favourites after all

-F.L.C