So I broke my own rules

So I wrote some bad poetry today. I decided to post it here so I can feel superior when I read it back in however long it takes for me to grow. Probably about a year or so.

It's inspired by the back of my friend's sweatshirt. Pretentious punctuation, capitalization, line breaks, and nonsense imagery all included:

Anabaptists would leap

I am christened, my back kisses

All else, for the first

time flesh melts, Oh! sweet burn

one of us.

Probing, my ears recoil

but my arms crack and reach

It's more clever.

more euphonic, ironic, syllabolic,

Idiotic.

than what I know but -

it is what I want but -

it's just -

a cover

for what is the

same but moving toward

a shifting,

moving away from

a shifting

better or worse.

I don't know

but I will grow

lunging or leaning.

Here we go

Hmmm. Today, I decided to be a narcissist.

But my own kind of narcissist. The kind that doesn't drop the word 'masochism' into deep conversations about human nature. The kind that doesn't complain about things I love. The kind that doesn't post YouTube videos of my latest indie love that spoke to my soul. The kind that ABSOLUTELY REFUSES to post poetry.

I also thought I would be the kind that doesn't over use a phrase because they're too uninspired to think of any other type of syntax so they just accept it as a conscious decision that constitutes some kind of art, but alas.