~The Bad Poets Society

i never did find out your last name
--maybe it wasn’t even your real first name
whispered in my ear
-not like it mattered
loneliness acted first
------and asked questions later
touch me there – i don’t care
---feeling, climbing, crushing…and my god
----------------our faces are so close
---suffocate
-------pull away
---------------no
a confused look as you shrugged your shoulders
---and floated out of my arms
leaving your scent on my skin
taking a shower i learned
---that there are some things
soap and water won’t wash away
--------you haunt me, love
cigarettes and spearmint
---a faint reminder

The Price was set
The Punishment was known
The Time was made
The Schedule was followed

The Man was stern
The Judge was hollow
The Crowd was silent
The Noose was tied

The Man was bound
The Noose was taught
The Judge was final
The Crowd was anxious

The Man looked up
The Sky looked down
The Judge blinked once
The Noose never winced

The Sky thought hard
The Judge thought less
The Crowd thought twice
The Noose stayed confident

The Time was then
The Punishment was given
The Man was dead
The Noose was alive

The Blood stopped cold
The Judge stayed cold
The Sky wanted cold
The Crowd wanted thunder

The Noose was released
The Man was dropped
The Judge was final
The Crowd was agreeing

The Time was past
The Punishment was given
The Price was paid
The Schedule was followed

The sun rises.

The man wakes
An animal receeding from its hibernation
The thoughts that fill its head
Corrupt its mind
Eat. Drink. Sleep. Stay alive.

Desire. He thinks.
Longing for justice
Fighting for virtue
Thirsting for salvation
Yet-
-brooding the hate
nurturing the fear
swearing by his true ideals

Whatever they may be.

Desire. He feels.
Hungers for love
Suffers for joy
Yet-
-loves the hunger
rejoices the suffering
swearing by his true ideals

For the little demons turning the gears inside his head.

Crank the wench
Pull the lever
Turn the gears
Charge the batteries
Check the wiring
Flip the switch-

-release the hate

. . . . . .and...
. . . . . . . .it's...
. . . . . . . . . gone...

The sun sets.

Man the beast
Returns to his cave
of darkness
To rest up for another day
of virtue
of sacrifice
of love
of pain.

The thoughts clear his mind
and the beast lays close its eyes
to sleep.

-And to think we started at this time: Sun Feb 01, 08:58:31 PM
. . . . . It pretty much only two days after we started...I guess we can feel special...

Remember when time went slow and life went fast?
. . . How we all just sat around without a care.
. . Wondering what the world had in store for us,
. . . .Now that day has come, my friends, but don't throw in the towel.
. . .We have seen the world and we want to go back.
. . Hiding in our little cocoons, pretending that all you had little to worry for
. . . Only if you'd get what you want for Christmas, or get coal.
. . Christmas doesn't come now. But the coal still does.
. . . .You're an old friend now, we've seen the worst.
. . . We all know what is coming, and hope to be the first.
. . But we were "friends to the end"
. . . . . Don't you want to be there for them?
. . . . Now you just sit around and count the days.
. You've worked all your life- for what?
. . . . . -For this!
. . . . Finally, your sojourn is over, and you leave what you have once lived,
. . . To sit in a home for the rest of your days,
. . Telling your grandchildren how much you loved your friends,
. . . . . Laying together on the green grass,
. Looking up and the stars poke out their heads into the sunset,
. . . As the muggy nights came along,
. . . . . . . And you wondered what the world had in store for you.

->Adam

*last night's efforts, it's rough and needs alittle work but yeah, herre you are*

nothing's worse
than two sweet hearts
making candy conversation
on a Hallmark card
you silly boys and girls
with your cardboard cut-out prizes
sealed with "x"s and "o"s
my heart doesn't need to be
printed and pretty in pink
for you to hold it
a wave of carnations
never touches the shore
of true emotion
it's like they've said
"you can't buy love"
but i have heard somewhere...
...that you can rent it

ha yes adam the new name pleases me muchly, ha yeah i'm bored and this came out of it. goodnight all.

don’t know what to say
this feels so right
just like a "my size barbie"
only more fun
(and not as nauseating)

slip you on
and everything fits

~reg

Yeah so I had this epiphany....call it The Bad Poets Society... so I did...enjoy.

Also, I am obliged (at least Laura says so) to write a poem on here...so I will, if I can think of one...

I have no inspiration...

The Poemless wonder...oh well...

I like what you did to the page, Reggie...anyone who wants to join email me and I'll get back to you...its listed somewhere down the page...

as you can see i took matters into my own hands and spruced up our page a bit. changed the template, added links, comments, tagboard, and a counter, i hope everybody likes it okay. at least laura seems to, lol. later guys.

(hahaha this is what hours of infomercials do to you, i found these randomly so here they are for i am bored to the extreme)

Push power
__I see you
So breathtakingly close yet painstakingly far away
_(only 4 “easy” payments of $19.95)
You’re in my reach but out of my grasp
Constantly flickering in and out of reception
___Snow on my screen
I might as well chuck the damn tv out the window
But I can’t
__It cost too much
I’d change the channel…
…but there’s nothing else on anyway
(SET IT AND FORGET IT!!!)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can’t decide
__if this is a cursed blessing
or a blessed curse
did we mar this dream so simplistic in its perfection?
my salvation and damnation glow in your eyes
___Somehow they are one
I’m so frightened and enraptured
In a trance
I want to stop but my persistent little foot keeps pressing the gas
hypnosis on the highway of life, baby!
(wake me up!!!)
reality would be such a nice change
build me a ramp and I’ll make my exit
mile markers tick like time
let me off your road to righteousness
_____or
path of darkness
or what ever other label
we can pen for this madness
you’re heaven, hell and no where in between
…and I’m tired

. . .Yeah-I'm glad that I got some more kids in this thing. I am not really the poet type, so I won't really be posting poems.
. . . Hey if you want to join just email me at trevorunderson@hotmail.com and I will try and get you in here in this thing. Also, if you want to talk to me you can email me there.

Signing off,
. Adam

indeed, reggie has decided to join in on the fun
here's a little morsel for you all:

you know i find your censorship endearing
"things are just so f-ed up"
why don’t you say what you mean?

ha yeah and now i'm done. farewell
~reg

Bad Poetry is born.