B is for Bad Poetry Quotes

“You with the stars
in your eyes
put them back
in the sky.
You're ruining it
for the rest of us.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“I wake up
to my cats
judging me.
They stare
blankly
as if to say,
"Is this what
you had in mind
for your life?
If it is, you may
want to consider
sleeping pills or
a tall bridge
because in our view,
you're pathetic."

Or

they're hungry.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“I watched you fall
in love again
and couldn't help
but laugh.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“I tried to take
a shortcut
to your heart
instead I got lost
in the wilderness
of my own desire.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“Don’t bother getting out of bed.
The world is crowded enough
without you and your big ideas.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“You will soon meet someone
who will bring you much joy and love.

Eventually they will devour your soul”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“Love is like
a toilet bowl.
One touch
and you too
could be in
deep shit.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“Bury my heart

at wounded knee

or sprained ankle

even torn ligament,

but please don't

bury it alone.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“It is you, it is you.
It is you that I love
and yet I am miserable
and so I smoke. I am miserable.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“Get used to your mortality.
It will eventually consume you
so why not pick up an addiction.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“When one door closes
another door opens
onto a cliff.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 2/3 cup sugar

3 eggs

I love him

3/4 cup butter or margarine (softened)

but I’m not 'in love' with him

1/2 cup cream (unsweetened)

1 cup all-purpose flour

we're getting married

2/3 cup cocoa

tomorrow

1/4 cup baking powder

(beat until blended)”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry

“How To Reprimand A Cynical Optimist

You can have your cake
and eat it too
but don't let me catch you
five minutes later
in the bathroom
with your finger
down your throat.”
― Pamela August Russell, B is for Bad Poetry