As of yesterday I am 31. Every year around my birthday I write really bad poetry…This year I have decided to share this really bad poetry…Of course it’s only sharing if people still read my blog…Enjoy!
Impenetrable
This armor can not be penetrated,
Its held for thirty years,
Its been dented slightly and scratched a bit,
But those wounds were easily polished away,
Swords burn briefly,
But the armor never gives in,
It works as a consciousness,
A chastity belt of sorts,
Its wearer is protected,
From becoming one of them,
This armor has not been penetrated,
Its concealed for thirty years,
The heart of its weary wearer,
Whose too tired to break free.
GibberishÂ
My poetry sucks,
I can’t even rhyme,
I am an impostor, a poser,
With really bad time–ing,
I have no gift for language,
It leaves me bear,
I’m a talentless loser,
just felt like share–ing
