More crappy poetry....

Someone wanted more of my work?
This is REALLY crappy I know that but it's the only one I have except for a shitty one about some war (NO ONE SHOULD EVER WRITE ABOUT WAR!) Anyway inspiration is me and my bf and me finding out that i'm really sick have fun relishing in the crappy-ness

I need to get better,
That I know.
But how can I?
The process is so slow.
Why can’t you support me?
Help me out.
If it was you;
I wouldn’t leave you in doubt.
You blackmail me,
Using our dreams.
As if I’m not worthy,
Our relationship isn’t what it seems.
You make me cry,
Put me to shame.
To you it isn’t love,
It’s just a pathetic game.
I’m scared of you,
Scared to leave.
Scared I will crumble,
It’s you I need.
You hit me, hurt me,
But I will not go.
Stuck in a replay,
It’s like I’m on show.
You parade me around,
As if you own me.
I pretend to be happy,
But inside I’m lonely.
So why do I stay?
I ask myself.
Why do I continue being your trophy?
Sitting on your shelf?
Because you tell me you need me,
And like a fool I believe.
With eyes wide shut,
Unable to perceive.
I’ve been to the doctors,
I’m terribly sick.
How can I get better?
When you’re such a dick?
But the sad fact is,
You’re the one.
I’ve always loved you,
Regardless of what you’ve done.
So I may hurt,
I may bleed.
But I’ll stay by your side,
Putting up with the pain, the greed.
I’ll be there each day,
Knowing it’s me you hate.
I’d save our relationship,
But I know it’s too late.

Screw it life is to short...

Feel the wrath of my war poem.

Backwards and forwards,
The pendulum swings.
Counting down the time,
Until the warning bell rings.
We march into battle,
March into the unknown.
Over time we’ve become close,
Over time we’ve grown.
We don’t know what we’re facing,
This isn’t an ordinary war.
This isn’t a battle of pride,
Nor a chance to even scores.
It is simply death,
Cleverly disguised.
A battle made to cause,
A gory genocide.
Race against race,
Black against white.
I don’t want to be here,
In a war based on sight.
Its only skin deep,
Everyone is equal.
Yet I’m marching into a battle,
Marching into Hitler’s sequel.

I think both pomes are real good. Some forced rhymes.
Actually it’s a good war poem. You have an interesting way of writing.
I do not like how you go on about your poetry being crappy however.
You’re not capable of judging yourself.
I say it’s good so you shut you mouth.

Oooohhhh....shutdown!

Consider my mouth shut.....

MistressDoom:

Oooohhhh....shutdown!

Consider my mouth shut.....

i got shut down in other words proved wrong so now i shall remain silent...

MistressDoom:

i got shut down in other words proved wrong so now i shall remain silent...

XD

K.

I like them. But I think you're the same as me and need a bit more self confidence

there not bad dude

MistressDoom:

Oooohhhh....shutdown!

Consider my mouth shut.....

XD
Good

Megan The Spice Girl.:

I like them. But I think you're the same as me and need a bit more self confidence

Life has screwed me over