Please Flog Gently

I always make fun of other people's poetry. Well, that's not really fair unless I get out there and post some of my own out there so it can get punched, bruised, and sacked. So here is my poetry for your potential flogging/adoration/internal discomfort:

Title: Bottom of the Sea

It's no use to be friends on a forum

if you act like i'm a ghost

if you act like i don't exist

if you act like you promised you wouldn't.

You wanted a second chance to what?

be friends.

best friends.

close friends.

Shut up. You're a

liar

tramp

fake

Nine years down the toilet and I've got your

memories

trust

love

All in a chest at the bottom of the sea.

Title: Know It All

All those love songs you used to sing to me on summer nights,

Are now corroded with heavy static,

Your eyes would shine brighter than Chicago lights,

But now they're broken bulbs in my attic.

My fists are bruised from punching out emotionally,

My lungs are flooded like city sewers,

My lips are chapped and move restlessly,

My heart is a hunk of meat gauged by a skewer.

My endearments left only water-stains on my brain,

I have no clue to where the meanings flew,

I thought true love never changed,

Shows how much I knew.

Title: Chicago

All our memories are sunken ships,

Nestled deep in the Chicago river,

Loaded up with empty promises and laughter.

All the things you told me is garbage,

Tossed into a pizzeria's dumpster,

Crammed with all your smiles and useless frowns.

Everything I once looked up to is a flame,

Sparked in a haunted forest,

Over the headstones of loyalty and admiration.

Tell me what you think. It's alright if it's negative. "For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic"

"the earth laughs in flowers"--e.e. cummings