Tremble before me, Robert Frost!

I like to think I'm a good, if not decent, writer. I've tried my hand and nearly everything there is; opinion pieces, stories, essays, rants on bullshit without a strong foundation of fact. But the one thing I've never been good at or have not dabbled in is poetry. I used to abhor poetry; I used to think it was pretentious and flowery, with limitations on how you could write it. My opinions on it have changed drastically in the past few months so now, being devoid of ideas (I told you this would happen!), I will write a poem. It'll most likely be shitty.

In My Time of Dying

Flowers and grievances laid upon my throne
In my time of dying; I want nobody to moan
Our lives; fragile flower petals, drift endlessly on the wind
Shattered, Death awaits, darkness, a shroud that has been skinned
In this world, Death eats away at us slowly, always without dignity
Corpses, shistosomiasis, cancer, coldness and rigidity
Solace cannot be sought when faced with inevitability
The only comfort that can be achieved is knowing you lived gaily
In my time of dying; I want nobody to moan
I don't want flowers and grievances laid upon my throne

Well, there you have it. Pretty awful, right? Not quite as bad as this one:

The Camera Lens

Through the viewfinder
everything appears concave.
What’s reality?

Captured black and white
to the viewer it’s simple.
In life, there’s color.

the onlooker sees only what’s in the frame.
but The photographer sees what’s beyond.

One moment captured
in spite of long exposure,
May not reveal truth.

Heh. She's gonna fuckin' kill me.

PS. If you say my prose is emo, I will fucking crucify you.

XOXO,

Bao