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Don’t know:Forty-one Experiences

bluejourneymanbluejourneyman Posts: 421
edited July 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What to write
In my poem tonight.
Brains splattered
All over the ceiling.
Picking at the plaster.
Looking for my twisted line.
Piecing it together.
Though it sure the fuck
Don’t rhyme.
I’m not that big of a mess.
Though it seems true.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Floating around the room.
Sometimes I’m really inspired.
Tonight its just not there.
“Life’s a bitch”
What a fucking simple cliché.
The person who came up with
That must have been a
Fucking rocket scientist.
I’m starting to hate the “Golden Rule.”
Last part left out,
“Even though they won’t for you.”
Go fucking figure,
I didn’t sign up for that class.
Loving others is enough-
For a fucking dog.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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Comments

  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    aggro and exasperation. i like it. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • bluejourneymanbluejourneyman Posts: 421
    tx ;)
    Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
    Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
    (Wolfmother)
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Grand Rapids 2006
  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    She's got sharp fangs
    and she howls at the moon

    Lies under the sun
    and lets her hide get tan

    She's a mean one

    I saw her kill for a bone

    Yeah, just a bone

    But she gives birth
    and when she does
    she makes sure that
    the little ones
    get fed
    and have a bed

    A bed to lie in
    and call their own
    Feels Good Inc.
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