Ryan Sanders

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My Shit Poetry - Poem by Ryan Sanders

I would much rather stare at a blank page
Than read the shit poetry I write. Everything is
Lost in translation, coagulated
And dry, I write this. A formulaic
Thought is forgotten and skewed, I can't
Explain this. Head in my hands, anger through
My veins, despair and aggravation, this
Is what my shit poetry creates for me?
Or is this despair and aggravation why
I write this shit poetry of mine?

Comments about My Shit Poetry by Ryan Sanders

  • Rookie Debby Portillo (2/17/2010 7:38:00 PM)

    hahaha, I'm exactly the same. I want so badly to conjure something thats beautiful and awing and earnest. but end up with nothing except anguish. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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