I spent (or misspent) a good chunk of my youth writing really bad poetry.
Now, I can admit that it was bad, ’cause most of it certainly wasn’t good. But, in keeping with internet memes I see on a near-daily basis, you gotta get the bad words out so you can get to the good ones. If that’s true, I’ve got a lot of really excellent words coming up.
In celebration of remembering that I still somehow have an active livejournal, I present to you a new poem about writing bad poems. I hope you enjoy it.
Everyone should write bad poetry in their youth
Something to look back on in your dotage
And cringe at
Share it with your children and loved ones
Then put it back in the shoebox
You took from under the bed
And burn it as an offering
To who you once were.
Experiment with form
Play with iambs and meter
Couplets and triplets
Haikus and free verse monstrosities
Toy with structure
capitalization (and unnecessary punctuation)
Follow all the rules
Break all the rules
That’s what it’s designed for
Above all, be passionate
Write words wringed from your soul
Vomit them up on the page
As if you had no choice in the matter
As if keeping them inside
Would light a bonfire in your belly
Revel in the joy or the angst of it
Because the worse it is, the more you felt
The more you felt, the more you lived.