30/30Yeah... That's really hard. The fact that I started a day late and am 3 poems behind does NOT help.
The moral of the story: Punctuality and Don't Procrastinate.
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18-30: Untitledthere is an ocean where her voice now lies.// every word is aimed for the drunken prize before being blossomed into possibilities, that now, she drowns in her own well of spite.18-30: Untitled
she was never a good swimmer/ and she could never have finished a bottle of gin by herself without the help of her parents, she says. but this is the girl that pisses alibis// who knows what the true color of her desires are?/ she says she is part Irish and Native American/ that her thirst comes from decades of oppression by the White Man/ Lonely woman.// Call it what it is: it's alcoholism that drives your thirst and the White Man's wor
by ~schizophrenicjunge
17-30: Electric Shadowsi can't help but fear the ghosts of electric shadows at night/ ghosts of electric shadows, that when party lights fade, revive the and become one with my body of soulless fears17-30: Electric Shadows
i'm afraid to sleep at night/ actually i'm not/ i just don't want to//
because when electric figures with power lines as marionette strings go away for the night, and electric shadows are no more,
i end up alone. like before
by ~schizophrenicjunge
16-30: Concessionsi'm not a fool so i won't stop as my grandfather writes prayers to winged angels kneeling in a corner. he thinks that some higher power will accept his acceptance of defeat and weakness little man, he says, my limits are endless but my patience has life. my grandfather refuses change.16-30: Concessions
to him, rolls of quarters and nickels are the same as the differences of day to day statuses.//
i'm no sun-endowed believer. unlike my grandfather, i refuse to let chance take hold of the driver's seat since chance would fuck things up even before i let go.// he only wishes for me to have faith.
by ~schizophrenicjunge
15-30: Love Poem to HaleyLove Poem to Haley15-30: Love Poem to Haley
dearest haley/
i'm not the lover boy you think of me to be.// romanticism is for optimists and i've witnessed enough ugly in this world to riddle capitalists with shame though i doubt they'd do anything about it/
and i can't write you a love poem with sunshine daisies, for love as clean does not exist//
we've learned that love is dirty/ dirtier than the syringes of crack whores/ but we like it filthy///
my love for you is not one of Shakespeare, Austen, nor Von Teese// my love for you is like cannibalism for i wish to spell my name onto your skin with hunger/ it's t
by ~schizophrenicjunge
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