An Absolutely Awful Poem that Makes Me Cringe Internally

Some storms are brewing like coffee in the abyss of night,

While inward flames tickle even the schizos, maniacs into fright

As somberness flirts with honesty, honesty slyly grins,

And the secrets come flying out every pore from within.

Though, sulkily sitting lies this wicked scene –

A creature being born dying, laughing eerily in the limelight, green.

 

This is what the insane are made of: thoughts gone sour and people, too

Conspiracies, concepts and philosophies melted wrong believed to be true.

With a plethora of people, people with a plethora of thoughts, thinking

Anything out of the ordinary is incorrect — as they’re screaming, screaming

Like a coal mine-canary with a broken neck.

2 Replies to “An Absolutely Awful Poem that Makes Me Cringe Internally”

  1. Welcome back to writing after a month off!

    You know, I think I wrote a poem with exactly the same title (aka all my attempts at poetry). Still, better to write it than to have an idea drift into the abyss.

    I actually really like the first line ‘Some storms are brewing like coffee in the abyss of night,’

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    1. That is very true! It seems like if I just grab the transient idea before it drifts off, I can create some sort of poetic ‘mediocrity’, or, perhaps even something decent. I also liked the first line, but it totally went downhill from there haha

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