http://www.verybadpoetry.com/ en-us The Latest and Worst No I will not go to church.
For it is too early.
I will fall asleep again and wake up around 12:30.

I'll pray, but I won't go to church.
I'm not going to mosque, either.

I will stay here and listen to the wind.
I will watch the snow fall.
I will wonder what the hell has happened to me.
I will figure out all the answers.
I will wonder what's so special about these Sundays.

I'm not going to think.
I'm going to sleep.
I'm not going to listen to you.
Because I'm not going to church today.]]> Fri, 8 Jan 2010 22:10:20 -0800 Danielle Dewitt http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Its_Sunday_Morning/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Its_Sunday_Morning/ I miss them.
I miss them in that way.
The way in which I still have the hope that we may be together someday.

The streets are not filled with houses.
No.
My street has lanterns.
I light them at night. Takes about an hour.
The night isn't dark here.

I can feel them, see them.

I'm no more than a gust of wind.

Sometimes.
They feel me.
Going crazy.
But they ignore and turn away.

I long to talk to them.
I can't.
I'm gone. Floating.
It's okay.]]> Fri, 8 Jan 2010 22:01:50 -0800 Danielle Dewitt http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Its_Not_Perfect/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Its_Not_Perfect/ You didn't always look at me like I had an ogre's glint.
You didn't always take your time with hugs
You didn't always smile in my direction.
You didn't always ignore my calls.
You didn't always pretend my tears weren't there.]]> Fri, 8 Jan 2010 03:47:59 -0800 Shirley Gothen http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/STRANGERS_STRANGER_THAN_YOUR_FACE/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/STRANGERS_STRANGER_THAN_YOUR_FACE/ like coagulating blood moving
like a slow-mo avalanche
Not like a waterfall, no
Those are too happy, and young
I am not young
despite my age
There are wrinkles in me deeper than skin
and there are words in me fouler than the face
I thought was yours.]]> Fri, 8 Jan 2010 03:47:30 -0800 Shirley Gothen http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/BUTTER_FLIES_THROUGH_MY_FINGERS/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/BUTTER_FLIES_THROUGH_MY_FINGERS/ I tried to walk down roads
without your name
Its hard
Hard like the ice that forms
on my face while I walk in snows
and think of you
Its really hard
Its really hard like the stones
I throw each time I sit by lakes
and think of you.
Its really really hard
It's really really hard
like the emotions that
plague a mind like mine
and tell me that knives are often better solutions than words.

]]> Fri, 8 Jan 2010 03:47:02 -0800 Shirley Gothen http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/DANGER_MOCKS_MY_STREET_LAMP/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/DANGER_MOCKS_MY_STREET_LAMP/