Because I have to write poems for my creative writing class, and because I suck at them so badly, I’m offering them up for mass consumption. They will never, ever be published anywhere respectable, so instead, I publish them here.
Here is my final poem I wrote for the class. Yes, in a sense I just did that whole, “Omg, this milk tastes like it’s gone sour, here, try it!” trick.
Enjoy the rancid words!
The Sister Grimm
The pigs have flown away
With their stumpy silver wings as I stare
In mirth, in horror, in
Disbelief and covered in shit
I had this power all along.
The wolf had nearly won with his blow-hard
Antics and toothless bite
Keeping me prisoner in my own dying garden
Yet in the midst of winter
A single blooming crimson
reminded me of
To mourn my phoenix was both
Premature and pointless for I burst
From my cell like a virus hell bent on
Destroying the world or at least you and
Your poisoned apple